Ninja Combat Capture

In Edo during the late Tokugawa shogunate, over a decade had passed since the "Black Ship Incident" forced open the gates of the island nation. After the Shinsengumi's "Ikedaya Incident" dealt a severe blow to the radical proponents of "revere the Emperor and expel the barbarians," Edo began a widespread crackdown on these activists, scattering the restorationists who found themselves unable to protect themselves. The Tokugawa shogunate's power once again surged, ushering in its final period of glory. Just as the anti-shogunate movement was about to fade into silence, a mysterious organization emerged in Edo. They primarily used assassination to intimidate the increasingly arrogant shogunate officials and their supporters. The Shinsengumi also dispatched more men to Edo, and the two forces engaged in a bloody struggle. While the Tokugawa shogunate and the Shinsengumi were still fully investigating the origins of the mysterious organization, the group was already planning its next move. As midnight approached, due to the continuous assassinations by the mysterious organization, Edo imposed a strict curfew. The streets were deserted, and commoners kept their doors shut, fearing disaster. Faint sounds of shouting and fighting could be heard from various parts of the town. The pale moonlight spilled onto the ground, adding a desolate and tragic hue to the centuries-old city of Edo. In the heart of the town, a lavish mansion remained brightly lit. A large number of samurai and ronin guarded the surroundings, swords in hand. Inside, the mansion was filled with music and revelry, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere of Edo Castle. On the roof of the main building, which was luxuriously decorated and stood over ten meters high, a graceful silhouette quietly appeared. In the bright moonlight, it was clear that the figure belonged to a beautiful young woman with an alluring figure. "As expected of the current Shogun, he certainly knows how to indulge in extravagance and debauchery," the woman chuckled, gazing at the lewd scene of singing and dancing below. Her smile was charming and captivating. The moonlight illuminated her perfect profile, highlighting her breathtaking beauty that could topple nations. Her raven-black hair cascaded down to her waist. A headband adorned her forehead, tied loosely, serving more as an accessory and hair tie. However, for Iga O Yuki, one of the three "Ninja Princesses" of the late shogunate, any protective gear would merely be an embellishment to showcase her beauty and physique, given her formidable strength. Beneath her alluring countenance, Iga O Yuki wore a form-fitting bodysuit. The black silk garment clung tightly to her full, ample breasts and half of her shapely buttocks, making her chest appear even more voluptuous and her rear more perky. Over the silk bodysuit, she donned a tailored, open-chested, sleeveless haori. Primarily black and red, it was adorned with intricate embroidered inscriptions. The scant fabric of the haori could barely conceal Iga O Yuki's curvaceous body, wrapped in the silk bodysuit, making it appear rather provocative. Her ample bosom and slender waist were revealed with every casual movement. Iga O Yuki's arms were encased in long, black silk gloves that extended to her upper arms, trimmed with red embroidered lace, further accentuating the slender, well-proportioned curves of her arms. Her pair of straight, shapely legs were also covered in black, thigh-high silk stockings, their alluring sheen under the moonlight making them even more seductive and captivating. Continuing downwards, Iga O Yuki's delicate, black-stockinged feet were adorned with stiletto heels reaching a staggering fourteen centimeters. The small, exquisite black heels forced her stockinged feet into an almost straight line. Each heel was secured with black leather straps, firmly tethered to Iga O Yuki's slender ankles, ensuring the heels fit perfectly to her stockinged feet. Although Iga O Yuki's heels were an exaggerated fourteen centimeters, her poised stance on the rooftop indicated that managing such height was effortless for her. Iga O Yuki's entire ensemble was far ahead of its time from any angle. Anyone who saw her would likely curse her as a seductive harlot under their breath, and indeed, she was. Ever since Japan's gates were forced open by the "Black Ship Incident," a flood of novel clothing from America and Europe had entered the country. While ordinary people considered such attire scandalous and shameless, for Iga O Yuki, it was the best means to adorn and arm herself. The slender, fourteen-centimeter metal heels beneath her stockinged feet alone had claimed the lives of countless enemies. As an elite jonin from Iga, the most ancient ninja clan, Iga O Yuki had completed hundreds of assassination missions for the restorationists without a scratch since emerging from seclusion. She had instilled such fear in the Tokugawa shogunate that even the formidable Shinsengumi avoided her, calling her the "ominous demon of slaughter." Today, Iga O Yuki was tasked with another dangerous assassination. If she succeeded, the chaotic late shogunate period of Japan might finally come to an end. The banquet in the mansion had reached its latter half. The attendees, from court nobles to samurai retainers, were all thoroughly drunk. Iga O Yuki knew the time was drawing near. The guards at the Shogun's residence were lax at this moment, presenting the perfect opportunity to assassinate Tokugawa Yoshinobu. "Heh heh, Tokugawa Yoshinobu, today is the day you die~!" Iga O Yuki's figure flashed, and she leaped directly from the ten-meter-high roof. With a crisp sound of her heels hitting the ground, Iga O Yuki landed as lightly as a cat, startling the shogunate nobles attending the banquet. "How dare you! Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Shogun's residence!" a relatively sober samurai slurred, drawing his sword and pointing it at Iga O Yuki. "Big Brother! Damn it! This bitch dragged me out!" A short, shrew-like man with a buzz cut desperately refused to let go of the rope end he was holding. As a result, Iga Sakura Yuki yanked him, sending him sprawling onto the ground. The buzz-cut man yelled in terror towards the bushes in another direction. "Saburo, are you an idiot? If you shout towards me, you'll expose my hiding spot too!" A tall, bald man emerged from the bushes, scolding him with frustration. "Big Brother, Third Brother, the Shogun is already dead. Do we still need to carry out the mission? This woman is incredibly powerful. Why don't we retreat?" The third man, with his hair tied in a topknot, then crawled out of a dirt pit. "Jiro! You idiot, the Shogun who died was a decoy. His purpose was only to lure out that slut Iga Sakura Yuki. Now is the perfect time for our Bitch Capture Squad to strike! And who told you to expose our position so carelessly!" The tall, bald man helplessly put a hand to his forehead. His two younger brothers were truly exasperating. "That's not right, Big Brother. Even so, shouldn't our best moment to strike have been when this slut was fighting the samurai? Why did we wait until they were all killed? Leaving us three brothers to face this slut alone is too dangerous!" The man with the topknot retorted loudly, puffing out his chest. "Idiot! Lord Tokugawa Yoshihiko ordered that the team that captures Iga Sakura Yuki gets to enjoy her first! If we leave so many people to gang-rape her, when will it be our turn, the three of us? And how many times will we even get to fuck her when it's our turn? Isn't it better when they're all dead? Only our three brothers will get to enjoy this slut! Look at her massive tits and those stockings on her beautiful legs! Don't you want to fuck her for longer? We'll give her to the Shogun after we've had our fill." The bald big brother's eyes gleamed as he lewdly appraised Iga Sakura Yuki's sexy, revealing body. On the other hand, he was reprimanding his brothers with a sense of exasperation. "That's right! Big Brother's plan is brilliant!" Hearing their elder brother's explanation, Jiro and Saburo exclaimed in admiration. Their crotches already bulged, clearly imagining the scene of forcefully taking Iga Sakura Yuki. It turned out that these three brothers were the infamous Bitch Capture Squad under the Shinsengumi. The bald man leading them was the eldest of the three brothers, named Okubo Taro. The man with the topknot was Okubo Jiro, and the small, buzz-cut man was Okubo Saburo. Even Iga Sakura Yuki had heard of the Bitch Capture Squad. In the brutal struggle between the Shinsengumi and ninja organizations, many female ninjas in the organization had fallen victim to these three, and their whereabouts became unknown thereafter. However, Iga Sakura Yuki never expected that the legendary three brothers would be such complete fools in reality. "Oh? It seems you've mistaken me for a fish on a chopping block? I can't pretend I didn't hear that! You want to capture me and gang-rape me? We'll see if you have the ability!" Iga Sakura Yuki smiled seductively. The three opposite her were acting so foolishly, and Iga Sakura Yuki had deliberately not attacked, choosing to listen to their conversation first. As expected, she obtained useful information. It turned out that the Tokugawa Yoshihiko she had just killed was a decoy. This made Iga Sakura Yuki unable to remain calm any longer. For the victory of the Restorationists, she had to quickly find the real Tokugawa Yoshihiko and kill him. As for the ambush they had planned for her, and their inexplicable confidence that they would definitely capture her, Iga Sakura Yuki scoffed. They were nothing more than three clowns. She needed to eliminate them quickly and return to deliver information to her organization. Iga Sakura Yuki thought this in her heart and began to make her move. "Come here, little piglet. Come closer and get intimate with big sister!" Iga Sakura Yuki suddenly yanked her right wrist, which was bound by the rope, and pulled Okubo Saburo, who was desperately holding onto the other end of the rope, towards her. Then, she raised her black-stockinged right leg high and stomped down. Her high-heeled, jade foot descended with the force of thunder, as if to crush the dwarf-like man. "Holy shit? Help me!" Okubo Saburo screamed in terror as he saw Iga Sakura Yuki's black-stockinged jade foot stomping down. However, his small body moved with surprising speed. Just as the fourteen-centimeter heel of her high-heeled shoe was about to pierce his skull, he narrowly scrambled between Iga Sakura Yuki's legs. During this, Okubo Saburo even managed to glimpse her alluring black lace panties, which made his eyes widen with pleasure, almost causing him to spurt blood from his nose. "Heh heh, such sexy ass cleavage!" Okubo Saburo shouted with delight as he scrambled backward. "Hmm? He actually got away? Big sister can't bear to let you go. Come back here quickly!" Iga Sakura Yuki's high-heeled right foot missed, and the sharp heel plunged into the ground. She immediately yanked the rope around her right wrist again, attempting to pull him back to her and stomp him to death. However, Iga Sakura Yuki suddenly felt her right ankle tighten. Because her jade foot was wearing a fourteen-centimeter ultra-high heel, she almost tripped. After steadying herself, Iga Sakura Yuki realized that a rope had been tied around her right ankle at some point. The other end of the rope was held in Okubo Saburo's other hand. He must have tied it on while crawling between her legs. The action was so swift that even Iga Sakura Yuki, one of the three great ninja princesses, hadn't noticed. "Hmph? You think you can escape!" Iga Sakura Yuki sneered. Her black-stockinged right leg, wrapped with the rope, delivered a side kick. The side kick pulled the rope tied around her ankle, directly flinging Okubo Saburo away, smashing a nearby house beyond recognition. This demonstrated the immense power of Iga Sakura Yuki's deadly, beautiful leg attack. "Pfft~! Cough, cough, cough!" Okubo Saburo spat blood from the impact, but even so, he still firmly gripped the two ropes that bound Iga Sakura Yuki's right hand and right foot. "Ugh?! My hands? When?" By the time Iga Sakura Yuki reacted and tried to pull her wrists free, her delicate hands were already bound behind her back with rope. Iga Sakura Yuki felt the tightness of the ropes; that disgusting dwarf had even taken the time to tie knots to secure her wrists, making it impossible for her to break free. "Nnnh?! So tight, how can this be?" Okubo Saburo, seizing the opportunity to bind Iga Sakura Yuki, jumped high. This time, he leaped over her head, draping the rope over her elegant shoulders. Since Okubo Saburo was still holding a length of rope that bound Iga Sakura Yuki's wrists behind her, he used his own weight to pull the rope down. The rope draped over her shoulders, through the reaction force, yanked Iga Sakura Yuki's bound hands upwards behind her neck, suspending them in a "W" shape. As the final step, Okubo Saburo swiftly swung the rope in his hand towards Iga Sakura Yuki's swan-like neck. The rope coiled and wound around her fair neck, firmly securing her hands behind her neck. Any struggle would tighten the rope, causing Iga Sakura Yuki to suffocate. "Little piglet, where do you think you're running now! Nn?" Okubo Saburo finally landed clumsily at Iga Sakura Yuki's heels. This time, she found her moment and unceremoniously kicked out with her high-heeled foot. However, her right foot was suddenly pulled by the rope. Although she still managed to kick Okubo Saburo, the force was significantly reduced. Okubo Saburo was sent flying over ten meters, landing on the ground, his fate uncertain. "Hmph nnn~ This is a bit tricky now!" Iga Sakura Yuki's delicate hands were fixed behind her neck in a "W" shape, forcing her to hold her head high and chest out, proudly displaying her alluring bosom. However, Iga Sakura Yuki chuckled dismissively. This level of restraint could be easily broken with time, but those three fools were too persistent, not giving her the chance. "Then I'll just take care of them all and untie the ropes later! It's been a while since I've been tied up." Iga Sakura Yuki smiled charmingly. She had already dealt with one, leaving only two. "Ah ha? If I use too much force, it'll choke my neck? The ropes on my feet are also a bit troublesome!" In her spare time, Iga Sakura Yuki tried to struggle with her wrists bound behind her neck. As expected, the rope around her neck tightened fiercely, forcing her to loosen her grip. Although she couldn't break free from the ropes binding her hands, she could try to struggle with the ropes around her ankles. As Iga Sakura Yuki spoke, she used the heel of her left foot to stomp on the rope dangling on the ground around her right ankle. Okubo Taro, unwilling to let her escape, yanked the rope tied to her right ankle. But with Iga Sakura Yuki's high-heeled foot on it, the rope remained motionless no matter how much Okubo Taro pulled. Iga Sakura Yuki sneered and forcefully ground the fourteen-centimeter metal heel of her high-heeled shoe. Although the rope was incredibly strong and couldn't be broken by sheer force, it couldn't withstand the specially made thin metal heel of Iga Sakura Yuki's foot. The rope snapped, and Iga Sakura Yuki's black-stockinged legs were once again free. "The remaining two fools, show me what you've got! Big sister will play with you a bit longer. If you keep holding back, you'll have nothing left after you die." "You slut, how dare you kill my brother! I'll kill you!" Seeing his brother's life hanging in the balance, Okubo Taro silently exchanged a glance with Okubo Jiro. Then, feigning rage, he charged at Iga Sakura Yuki, who stood there with a seductive smile, swinging his fist the size of a sandbag towards her. "Heh heh, you're really asking for death!" Iga Sakura Yuki looked at the enraged Okubo Taro and smiled seductively. Ever since she debuted, no one had been able to face her head-on and survive. Although Iga Sakura Yuki's hands were bound behind her, her black-stockinged high-heeled legs were still deadly. Now that the restriction of the ropes was gone, Okubo Taro was surely doomed against Iga Sakura Yuki. Iga Sakura Yuki retracted her black-stockinged legs, and her high-heeled foot met Okubo Taro's right fist with a solid impact. Undoubtedly, Okubo Taro's right arm snapped with a crack, and he was sent flying backward by the force of the impact. However, while clashing with Iga Sakura Yuki, Okubo Taro subtly threw a small ball towards her body with his left hand. "Ahhhhhh~!" Okubo Taro screamed and fell into the woods. "Pfft~!" The small ball contained a small amount of gunpowder. Upon impact with Iga Sakura Yuki's delicate body, it exploded. However, the ball had no lethal effect; it merely blew out several bundles of rope hidden within. The ropes, propelled by the inertia of the gunpowder, loosely wrapped around Iga Sakura Yuki's upper body. But the ropes were completely haphazard, and with a slight shake of her body, Iga Sakura Yuki could have easily dislodged them. "Nn?! What is this? Nnnh~! It's wrapping around me? Huh? It's tightening on its own!" Iga Sakura Yuki cried out, instinctively twisting her body to shake off the ropes. To her surprise, the ropes on her upper body began to tighten on their own. Six ropes, divided into two groups, tightly constricted Iga Sakura Yuki's pair of full breasts, encased in her bodysuit. The remaining ropes tightened around her waist, and even two ropes dangled down to her lower body, tightening and pulling back through her cleavage. "Huh? What kind of evil magic is this? Am I seeing ghosts?" Iga Sakura Yuki had never encountered ropes that could bind on their own. Moreover, this wasn't a fantasy world. She suddenly turned her head. It turned out that while they were fighting, Okubo Jiro had silently crept behind her. The ropes tightening on Iga Sakura Yuki's body were being secretly tied and tightened by Okubo Jiro. "When did he get here? I didn't even notice!" Iga Sakura Yuki was shocked. She was a professionally trained female ninja, and infiltration was her specialty. Now, someone could sneak up behind her silently. These three brothers were clearly not as foolish as they appeared. Thinking this, Iga Sakura Yuki twisted her waist, deciding to end this quickly. However, before her black-stockinged legs could kick him, Iga Sakura Yuki suddenly felt her entire body tighten. It turned out that in that critical moment, Okubo Jiro had swiftly tightened the previously loose ropes on her. "Oooohhh oh oh oh oh oh?!" Caught off guard, the ropes dug fiercely into the base of Iga Sakura Yuki's breasts, nearly bursting out of her top. At the same time, the loose ropes around her lower body suddenly tightened, digging deeply into her sensitive core and cleavage. Her sensitive points were stimulated, and as a woman, Iga Sakura Yuki instinctively felt a wave of pleasure, letting out a surprised gasp. Her black-stockinged legs, which were about to deliver a fatal kick, faltered. "What?!" From the moment her upper body was bound to the tightening of the ropes around her lower body, it had been less than a few seconds. By the time Iga Sakura Yuki reacted, it was too late. Angrily, she kicked out, but unexpectedly, her sensitive core was intensely rubbed by the tightening ropes, making her black-stockinged legs go weak, and her kick missed. "Holy shit!" Okubo Jiro dodged another fatal blow and quickly fled, leaving Iga Sakura Yuki standing there, struggling and writhing with her upper body tightly bound. "Then I shall wish Miss Ayaka good fortune in battle!" Ryoma forced a wry smile, never expecting to have to sell himself to deal with these seductive ninja maidens. On a forest path on the outskirts of Edo Castle, a detachment of dozens of elite samurai from the Tokugawa Shogunate was slowly escorting a heavy prison cart forward. "Uoooh~! Uooohhhh!!!" Confined within the wooden prison cart was a beautiful woman. Her fair, sexy body writhed and twisted, a mass of white. Her once tender skin was covered in swollen bruises, bound tightly by grotesque ropes. This woman was none other than Iga Sakura, captured days ago by the Okubo brothers of the "Mother Dog Capture Squad." "Gnnn!" Iga Sakura shamefully held a locked, hollow gag ball in her mouth. Crystal-clear saliva dripped from the small holes, flowing down her chin. Apart from the dense ropes binding her, she was almost completely naked. Her form-fitting bodysuit had been torn open at all the crucial parts. Her pair of snow-white breasts were swollen to more than double their size, constricted by the intricate network of ropes. Her slender legs, encased in black thigh-high stockings, were not spared. Pressed together, they were bound from the ankles, calves, knees, and even the inner thighs and groin with a dense web of ropes. Even the slender heels of her fourteen-centimeter high-heeled shoes, worn by her black-stockinged feet, were not overlooked. Large amounts of rope were used to bind them down along her insteps, connecting to her wrists, which were bound by long-sleeved gloves at the back of her neck. This contorted her entire body into an almost perfect 'O' shape, a state of extreme horse-riding bondage. The sharp heels of the high-heeled shoes nearly touched Iga Sakura's nape. But that wasn't all. A thin rope was tied to the main binding rope connecting her wrists and ankles, suspending her bound body in the air inside the prison cart. Iga Sakura remained in this humiliating posture, swinging back and forth like a pendulum as the prison cart moved. Her entire body weight was concentrated on a single thin rope. With each sway, her wrists and ankles, bound tightly together, throbbed with excruciating pain. The bones in her body felt as if they were falling apart from the extreme posture. Her fair neck, pulled taut by the ropes binding her wrists at the nape, tightened intermittently, frequently pushing her to the brink of suffocation. If Iga Sakura hadn't been a powerful ninja maiden, she would have died countless times over. "Ooooh oh oh oh?!" Her exposed, fair, and plump buttocks were further constricted by two ropes that dug deeply into the crevice between her cheeks. Her slightly swollen honey hole and anus continuously oozed milky white fluid, clearly indicating she had recently been gang-raped. A thick, long wooden dildo with a threaded surface had been inserted into her honey hole. The other end of the dildo was attached to a sturdy wooden pole, fixed to the rear of the prison cart. As Iga Sakura's suspended body swayed uncontrollably and the prison cart jolted violently, the dildo thrust in and out of her honey hole with each movement. The more she struggled, the greater the force of penetration, causing Iga Sakura to roll her eyes and moan incessantly. Iga Sakura, one of the three renowned ninja maidens of the Bakumatsu era, was now no different from a lustful bitch. "Damn, that stockinged slut is moaning so loudly, it makes a man want to fuck her again!" Okubo Jiro and Okubo Saburo followed at the rear of the escorting party, catching sight of Iga Sakura's black-stockinged legs bound tightly together behind her back, and her honey hole and rear, oozing with nectar and residual semen. The brothers' lower bodies once again became uncontrollably erect. "This prison cart's design is truly ingenious. By utilizing the inertia of the suspension and swaying, it continuously thrusts into that slut's honey hole. If only that dildo could be replaced with my own cock, I'd definitely make that stockinged slut cry for her mommy!" Okubo Saburo muttered with red eyes. "Forget it, Saburo. Escorting that slut Iga Sakura to the capital is an order from the Shogun. Let's be content with what we have. Haven't we had enough of fucking this slut for the past seven days?" It turned out that after capturing Iga Sakura, the Okubo brothers hadn't immediately handed her over to the Shogunate. On one hand, they wanted to torture her to avenge their deceased elder brother. On the other hand, they harbored lustful desires. So, the brothers secretly took Iga Sakura back to their village and raped her almost non-stop for seven days. It was only when Tokugawa Yoshihiko, who had been waiting for her arrival, grew impatient and personally dispatched a detachment of elite samurai to search for the Okubo brothers' village that they were forced to obediently escort Iga Sakura back to Edo Castle. It seemed the Shogun was also eager to taste the "Bakumatsu Three Ninja Maidens." "Alas, it's a shame I'll never encounter such a stimulating stockinged slut again!" Okubo Saburo sighed, shaking his head. "Huh? When did that happen?!" Murasawa Ayaka only felt her hands being roughly pulled back and tightened behind her, and in just a few seconds, they were bound together, inseparable. While not panicked, she was certainly surprised. "Behold my net of ropes!" As Murasawa Ayaka stumbled from the sudden pull, Okubo Saburo hurled another dense rope net at her. Hampered by several samurai, Murasawa Ayaka couldn't dodge and was ensnared by the net around her upper body. Okubo Saburo yanked the rope from a distance, and the tight net constricted around her delicate form, the ropes digging into her breasts and bursting through her clothing. Even her slender waist was wrapped several times. "Idiot, you think these ropes can hold me?" In terms of sheer strength, Murasawa Ayaka, being a woman, was no match for the Okubo brothers. She could only brace herself and fight the samurai with her legs. The rope net was filled with tight knots, and the more she struggled, the tighter they became. By the time she kicked the last samurai away, not only her chest and waist but also her arms, bound behind her back, were wrapped several times. However, the knots hadn't been fully tightened yet. "Heh heh, you slut, taste this!" Okubo Jiro, using the bodies of the samurai as cover, suddenly lunged out from the ground. "Tch, you're asking for death! Nnnh?" How dare he confront her head-on? Murasawa Ayaka's high-heeled foot aimed for Okubo Jiro's forehead in an aerial kick. Just as she was about to crush his skull, her upper body was yanked violently by Okubo Saburo, who was pulling the rope from afar. The dense ropes tightened instantly, constricting the base of Murasawa Ayaka's breasts, causing her ample bosom to bounce wildly with the movement of the ropes. "Crotch rope, tighten!" While Murasawa Ayaka cried out, Okubo Jiro dodged the fatal blow and crawled out from between her legs. "Hah? Ooooh! What is that?!" Murasawa Ayaka felt something forcefully enter her core and groin, causing her body to tremble. It turned out that Okubo Jiro, while passing between her legs, had threaded a rope through the net binding her upper body and the knots binding her wrists. Then, while escaping, he yanked the rope hard, instantly tightening the ill-placed crotch rope. "Your movements are so swift, you give me no time to react! You two dullards do have some skill, no wonder that foolish woman Iga Sakurayuki was captured by you! Mmmph~! This is a little stimulating! Heh heh." Murasawa Ayaka gave a seductive smile. Her upper body was now completely bound by the ropes, forming a perfect bondage on her delicate frame. Her hands were also bound tightly together in a Y-shape by three ropes. While Murasawa Ayaka was speaking, Okubo Jiro yanked the rope from a distance again, securely tying the two sets of loops binding her arms. At this point, Murasawa Ayaka's deadly hands were firmly restrained behind her, rendering them useless. The situation was certainly disadvantageous for her, yet she could still laugh. "Are you enjoying being tied up, you slut? There's more to come! Gentlemen samurai, her hands are controlled, now is the perfect time to capture her!" As Okubo Jiro spoke, he suddenly yanked the rope connected to Murasawa Ayaka's crotch. "Ooooh?! It's tightening! Hah? So tight!" The rope rubbed fiercely against Murasawa Ayaka's core and groin, causing her to stagger. Her core began to moisten. While Murasawa Ayaka clenched her legs and moaned, Okubo Saburo seized the opportunity to throw a dense rope net at her black-stockinged legs. Okubo Jiro, meanwhile, held the other end of the rope net binding her upper body, preventing Murasawa Ayaka from dodging. "Ah! So fast! My legs, my legs are tied too? This is a bit troublesome..." The rope net had small stones attached to its ends for weight. After clinging to Murasawa Ayaka's black-stockinged legs, it coiled and tightened with inertia, instantly binding her legs from thigh to ankle in tight circles. Although the binding was haphazard, it was sufficiently tight, leaving Murasawa Ayaka unable to twist her black-stockinged legs free. She could only clench her legs together, teetering precariously in her twelve-centimeter heels. The remaining samurai, seeing this opportunity, charged forward with fierce cries. "Slut, you killed so many of our comrades, now die!" "Heh heh, well done. I never expected to be so tightly bound from such a distance... The sensation of ropes constricting me is something I haven't felt in a long time!" Murasawa Ayaka was so bound she couldn't move an inch, yet she wasn't flustered at all. Feeling the true stimulation of the ropes digging into her flesh, she arched her bound body and let out a seductive laugh. "It's a shame you're celebrating too soon. These petty tricks are useless against me." As several samurai approached Murasawa Ayaka, the ropes binding her upper body suddenly snapped. It turned out Murasawa Ayaka had already used her nails to cut through the ropes binding her wrists, freeing her hands. With her hands liberated, she easily severed the remaining ropes with her slender fingers as if they were tofu. "They took the bait! It's perfect that they all rushed in, making it easy for me to catch them all in one go! Fighting with my legs bound feels rather novel!" With her hands freed, Murasawa Ayaka ripped open the throat of the foremost samurai. Then, after blocking the second samurai's slash, she swung her hand back and severed his head. Next, she inserted her fingers into the third samurai's skull. Thus, with her tightly bound black-stockinged legs, she fought the samurai with only her two hands. A moment later, the remaining dozen or so samurai were all killed by Murasawa Ayaka. "Wha... what is this..." The surviving Okubo brothers stared dumbfounded at the scene of carnage. "Now it's just you two little dullards left! You're quite skilled with ropes, but you ran into me!" Murasawa Ayaka, clenching her black-stockinged legs, stood on tiptoe amidst the mountain of corpses and blood, smiling seductively. She reached out and gently brushed her legs, and the dense ropes binding her silk-clad legs snapped and fell to the ground. Fighting intensely while bound had inevitably left her body covered in sweat. Murasawa Ayaka shrugged off the short-sleeved kimono draped over her shoulders and, with alluring charm, beckoned the Okubo brothers. Murazawa Ayaka struggled violently, her movements causing more vine traps on the tree trunk to activate. Several more vines shot out along the trunk, coiling around her black-stockinged legs. The more Ayaka struggled, the tighter the vines bound her. Now, not only were her ankles held fast, but a dense mass of vines also wrapped around her calves, knees, and thighs, making her legs appear tightly bound together as if by ropes. Ayaka twisted her legs, forced together by the bindings, in shame and anger, but the strength of her legs alone was insufficient to break free. "Mmmph! Haa? It hurts, you damned insects! I'll tear you to shreds!" Each vine binding Ayaka's black-stockinged legs was covered in numerous barbs that deeply pricked her delicate skin. The stockings on Ayaka's legs were made of precious black-gold silk imported from Qing, so they wouldn't be torn. However, the silk was so thin that the stinging sensation from the barbs was felt in its entirety. "Haha, the bitch is caught! Cough, cough, cough!" Okubo Jiro laughed heartily, but the internal injuries caused him to cough up several mouthfuls of blood. The wound on his severed arm continued to bleed profusely. "Mmmph! Ugh! Damn it! Ahh? My lower half is bound too!" Ayaka thrashed her body desperately while hanging upside down. A vine, slipping into her crotch during her struggles, began to rub against her honeyed slit with her violent movements. The dense barbs caused a tingling, numbing sensation in her nether regions, and soon she became wet. "Damn, this trap won't hold this slut for long. It's only a matter of time before she breaks free. In this state, I'm no match for her, and I don't have any ropes strong enough to bind her. I need to retreat to the village and tend to my wounds." Jiro, who had been laughing triumphantly, suddenly noticed that one of Ayaka's delicate fingers had pierced the silk bag binding her hands. "Damn it, what a wasted opportunity! I should have brought more special ropes! I really wanted to taste that bitch's juicy pussy!" Okubo Saburo sighed, clutching his engorged, throbbing groin. But his brother's life was more important. If Jiro's wounds weren't treated promptly, he would likely die from blood loss. The two brothers supported each other and left without looking back. "Mmmph! Damn it! Ughhh?!" Ayaka was furious but could only watch the brothers escape. Her struggles caused another wave of tingling numbness as her honeyed slit was rubbed by the vines. After a while, Ayaka finally managed to loosen and tear apart the silk binding her hands. Then, with both hands, she forcefully cut through the century-old vine ropes binding her wrists and upper body. Once her delicate hands, clad in half-finger silk gloves, were freed, she lightly scraped the dense vines on her black-stockinged legs with her fingernails, and they all shattered. Ayaka elegantly flipped in the air and landed steadily. However, the Okubo brothers had already vanished. Near the prisoner transport cart, amidst a field of corpses, Iga Sakurayuki was still suspended upside down, bound in a "horse-flogging" position within the cart. "Ughh, ughh, ughh!!!" That bitch Murazawa Ayaka! How long has it been and she's still not back! She's definitely doing this on purpose to see me humiliated! Sakurayuki whimpered in disgrace. Now, besides the corpses of samurai scattered everywhere, there was only her, completely unable to move. Alone and tightly bound in this deep mountain forest, Sakurayuki felt a flicker of panic. If wolves or other beasts were attracted by the smell of blood, she, bound like a silk-stockinged meat roll, would have no power to resist. "Ohhh! Ughhh! Damn, it's too tight! My limbs are going numb! Ohh! Again?" Sakurayuki struggled in vain for a moment. As her body shook violently, the dildo deeply penetrated her honeyed slit. "Hmph, you've got quite the leisure time, you stinking bitch!" As Sakurayuki cried out, a charming female voice suddenly sounded beside her ear. Murazawa Ayaka stood with her arms crossed in front of the prisoner cart, a mocking smile on her face. However, she looked quite disheveled, clearly having taken some effort to break free from the vines earlier. "Ugh, ugh!" You bitch, hurry up and untie me! "You want me to untie you? Alright..." Ayaka chuckled maliciously and opened the prisoner cart, lowering Sakurayuki, who was hanging suspended. Sakurayuki breathed a sigh of relief; the continuous binding of the past few days had left her exhausted. "Mmmph?!" To her surprise, after cutting the ropes binding Sakurayuki's hands and feet, Ayaka stopped. She then forcefully pulled Sakurayuki to her feet. Sakurayuki could only stand trembling, her bound body held upright, her high-heeled feet, tied together, barely supporting her. Ayaka then pushed her towards a tree, making her hop under it with her black-stockinged legs. "Hmph! Ugh! Mmmph!" Sakurayuki had no idea what Ayaka was up to and could only plead with her with her eyes, protesting angrily. "Heh heh, I never said I'd untie you completely, did I? You'll have to figure out the rest yourself." Ayaka playfully tapped the gag in Sakurayuki's mouth. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh?!" You stinking bitch! Let me go! Sakurayuki was almost choked with anger and glared at Ayaka in shame and rage. "Oh, you dare glare at me, you stinking bitch? You're in my hands now! I'll make you suffer to understand your situation!" Ayaka sneered, picked up a rope from the ground, tied it around Sakurayuki's neck, and then tied the other end to a thicker tree branch. With a strong pull upwards, she hoisted Sakurayuki's body into the air. "Hooohhh!" The intense pressure on her neck forced Sakurayuki to tiptoe, her black-stockinged high-heeled feet stretched almost straight, with only her toes barely touching the ground. Only then did Ayaka release her grip and secure the rope binding Sakurayuki's neck. "Ugh, ohhh! You bitch! How dare you take revenge publicly! I will never forgive you!" Sakurayuki, almost rolling her eyes from the strangulation, could only desperately keep her high-heeled feet straight to alleviate the pain. "Still glaring at me? If it weren't for those two insects escaping, I would have had a lot of fun with you." As Ayaka spoke, she took out a viscous pot of beeswax and began to smear it over Sakurayuki's tightly bound body. "Huh? What kind of rope is this, so strong!" Murasawa Ayaka scraped her fingernails across the ropes binding the girl, but sparks flew, and the rope remained unmoved. "Mmmph!" "Don't rush, let me take another look..." Murasawa Ayaka had to get close to the silver-haired girl's body to see if there were any knots on the metal ropes. "Hmph~" As Murasawa Ayaka leaned closer, the girl suddenly let out a soft chuckle. With a crisp metallic scraping sound, the silver silk soft locks binding the girl's delicate body all came undone. The girl grasped the ropes with her jade hands and flung them directly at Murasawa Ayaka. "What?!" Murasawa Ayaka instinctively took a step back, but the silver silk soft locks flew faster than she could react. In an instant, they wrapped around Murasawa Ayaka's jade breasts and waist. The silver-haired girl yanked hard on the rope end in her hand, pulling the other woman's body towards her. Simultaneously, the ropes wrapped around Murasawa Ayaka's breasts and slender waist tightened with the pull, constricting her round, ample bosom at the root, causing them to swell immensely. The dense ropes also formed a diamond-shaped net around Murasawa Ayaka's waist. "Ngh? Damn it!" Murasawa Ayaka realized she had fallen into a trap. Her fingers transformed into claws and lunged towards the silver-haired girl. "Boom!" The stone pillar behind the girl was directly shattered by Murasawa Ayaka's attack. The girl ducked, narrowly avoiding the strike. While dodging, she flicked two silver silk soft locks upwards, wrapping them around Murasawa Ayaka's wrists. She then released the rope ends, crouched down, and slipped between Murasawa Ayaka's legs to get behind her. Grabbing the two rope ends that bound her wrists, she yanked hard. Murasawa Ayaka's wrists were pulled behind her simultaneously, brought together, and bound by a pre-made loop. Next, the girl pulled the rope ends upwards, forcing Murasawa Ayaka's arms into a W-shape behind her back. Finally, the girl flicked the two rope ends towards the back of her opponent's neck, and the two ropes wound around Murasawa Ayaka's neck, binding her wrists securely to her fair nape. "My hands, my hands are bound! So fast!" Murasawa Ayaka turned in astonishment. Her body hadn't even had time to react before her hands were immobilized. The silver-haired girl seized the opportunity and flicked out another silver silk soft lock. The soft lock split into two sets, wrapping around Murasawa Ayaka's breasts and continuing to her back, securing her arms to her body. "No good, I can't cut these ropes!" Murasawa Ayaka kicked the silver-haired girl back, frantically trying to sever the silver silk soft locks binding her wrists with her fingernails. Her sharp nails scraped violently against the soft locks, sending sparks flying, but only leaving a shallow scratch on the surface of the soft locks. "Who, who exactly are you?! Cough? Mmmph?!" Murasawa Ayaka was about to question her when the other woman spat out the gag she had been holding in her mouth, which flew directly into Murasawa Ayaka's slightly open mouth. The sudden intrusion of a foreign object into her mouth choked Murasawa Ayaka, causing her to cough uncontrollably and nearly suffocate. "Pfft! Shut up, is that how you speak to your senior? It seems I need to give you a bit more trouble! Thousand Silk Phantom Kill!" The silver-haired girl shrieked, and ten metallic fine silk threads shot from her fingertips towards Murasawa Ayaka. Murasawa Ayaka could only frantically raise her black-stockinged beautiful legs to defend herself, kicking away seven or eight threads. However, two threads still shot towards her from both sides of her neck, wrapping around Murasawa Ayaka's hands, which were bound behind her neck, and coiling around them. The silver-haired girl, holding those two threads, dodged and weaved under the attacks of Murasawa Ayaka's beautiful legs. In a short time, she bound Murasawa Ayaka's hands together, finger to finger, even constricting her deadly fingernails before stopping. Now, Murasawa Ayaka's deadly jade hands were tightly bound behind her in a pose resembling "Jade Woman Worships the Guanyin," rendering them completely useless. "Mmmgh?!" No, I have no power to resist at all! Murasawa Ayaka's upper body was restricted, and her deadly black-stockinged beautiful legs couldn't reach the opponent at all. As she frantically considered a countermeasure, the silver-haired girl voluntarily stopped her attack. "After all, Okubo has been 'taking good care' of me these days. Since she's a descendant of an old acquaintance, I can't just ignore it. Consider this a welcome gift for you~!" The silver-haired girl chuckled, left a parting remark, and then vanished. "Oh right, my name is Akebane Riko. See you again, junior~" "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!" Murasawa Ayaka cried out in muffled sobs, her beautiful eyes blazing with anger. Who was this mysterious person who had bound her like this and then abandoned her? "Hmph, mmmph! Pfft, cough cough cough!" Murasawa Ayaka desperately twisted her upper body, which was tightly bound by the silver silk soft locks. After struggling for a while, she reluctantly confirmed that the ropes were unbreakable. She painstakingly used her tongue to push the gag, which wasn't tied, out of her small mouth and gasped for air. "Damn it! I will annihilate this damned village!" Fortunately, Murasawa Ayaka's legs were not restricted, and she could still escape if necessary. But she was now truly enraged and felt unwilling to be defeated so miserably. Before, Murasawa Ayaka had been confident in her Iga Armor technique and didn't fear those who played with ropes, always approaching the pursuit of the Okubo brothers with a casual attitude. Now, she had to take this seriously. "Huh? I didn't expect that woman to actually make a move? Murasawa Ayaka's upper body is bound!" Murasawa Ayaka stomped out of the prison with her black-stockinged beautiful legs, her face flushed with anger. The Okubo brothers happened to be watching from not far away. "Hahaha, now her hands are restricted, let's see how she cuts the ropes! Hurry up and tie up that bitch!" Okubo Jiro and his younger brother exchanged a smile and simultaneously took out their ropes, rushing forward with lecherous grins and flinging their ropes at Murasawa Ayaka. "Hmph, overestimating yourselves! Die!" Murasawa Ayaka sneered. With a swift movement of her black-stockinged beautiful legs, she kicked away the ropes before the brothers could even react. The recoiling rope struck Okubo Saburo's nose like a whip, smashing his face and drawing blood. "Heh heh, want to try again?" Murasawa Ayaka gave a sinister, seductive smile. She lightly lifted her black-stockinged beautiful legs, swaying them before the Okubo brothers. Her long, straight, alluring legs shimmered under the sunlight, almost blinding the brothers. With her hands bound, Murasawa Ayaka could completely abandon them and shift her focus to her beautiful legs. She had undergone rigorous leg technique training in the Iga Ryu sect. The sect leader often bound her and Iga Sakura Yuki's upper bodies, forcing them to fight to the death with their legs. Although she had lost more than she won back then, Iga Sakura Yuki, that bitch, was captured despite her victories. Things were different now. Murasawa Ayaka was not the brainless waste like Iga Sakura Yuki. The current situation had instead ignited Murasawa Ayaka's fighting spirit, making her slightly excited. Ayaka Murasawa leaped lightly, her bound black-stockinged feet landing on Jiro Okubo's chest as he lay fallen on the sticky mat. She then pushed her silk-clad legs outward, leaping three to four meters away and escaping the sticky mat trap. Jiro Okubo's chest had caved in entirely, and with his little brother torn off, he was clearly beyond dead. "You slut! I'll kill you to avenge my second brother!" Saburo Okubo, who had also escaped the trap, roared with bloodshot eyes and charged towards Ayaka Murasawa, who was bound like a human log. "Mmmph~" Jiro Okubo's severed cock was still lodged in Ayaka Murasawa's lower half; her honey hole had clamped down too tightly, and she couldn't get it out. However, she didn't seem to care at all. With a seductive smile, she kicked out her bound silk legs, leaped high, and sent Saburo Okubo flying with a single kick. "Cough, cough, this slut is this terrifying? Even like this, I still can't beat her?" Saburo Okubo flew back several meters, almost kicked to death. He touched his chest, estimating several ribs were broken. "Am I going to die here today? No, it's not time yet!" Seeing Ayaka Murasawa hopping towards him on her black-stockinged legs, Saburo Okubo, unwilling to die in vain, clutched his chest and stumbled away. Saburo Okubo, severely injured, couldn't run fast. Ayaka Murasawa wasn't in a hurry. With a seductive smile, she hopped along behind him on her black-stockinged legs, occasionally letting out seductive moans. It wasn't that she was being lewd; it was just that the cock in her honey hole would occasionally stimulate her as she hopped. "Ughh~!" "Damn it, this woman is a demon!" Saburo Okubo stumbled into the village shrine, with Ayaka Murasawa still following leisurely. The scene was incredibly eerie: a grown man fleeing in panic, with a beautiful woman, almost unable to move due to her bindings, chasing him with a smile. "Hmmmm~? Where are you hiding? Come out obediently and let me kill you?" "You demon! Don't come any closer!" Finally, Saburo Okubo was cornered by Ayaka Murasawa into a sealed secret room. With nowhere left to run, Saburo Okubo leaned against the wall of the secret room and shouted in despair. "Ughhh!" Don't be scared, hehe, I'll make you die a painful death! Ayaka Murasawa's seductive eyes twinkled with a smile, her small mouth letting out soft moans as she hopped slowly towards him on her bound black-stockinged legs, a drop or two of thick, mysterious liquid occasionally dripping from her alluring jade feet onto the ground. "Hmmmm?!" What? What is it now?! Just as Ayaka Murasawa was confident of victory and about to kick him to death, a hidden compartment suddenly opened in the shrine floor. Her unsuspecting black-stockinged jade feet immediately sank into it. "Oooohhh?!" Ugh? It hurts! What is it, what is it pricking my feet? Ayaka Murasawa instantly felt her feet being trapped by something, countless fine needles piercing the soles. It turned out that beneath the hidden compartment were a pair of fifteen-centimeter single-barreled restraint high heels. The soles were densely packed with fine needles, corresponding to the acupoints on the female sole. Ayaka Murasawa happened to fall in with her feet together, and her black-stockinged jade feet were perfectly ensnared by the restraint high heels. "Huuuugh!!!" No, it hurts so much! As Ayaka Murasawa tried to tiptoe out, the mechanism within the hidden compartment instantly activated. A sturdy leather strap suddenly sprang out from the heel area of the restraint high heels, binding her ankles together. The insteps of her black-stockinged jade feet were also clamped tightly by the sprung straps, instantly driving the needles on the soles deeper. The several tight straps and the deeply embedded needles made it impossible for Ayaka Murasawa to kick off the shoes. "Guhhh?!" The intense stimulation from the soles made Ayaka Murasawa's bound body unable to hold on any longer. Her legs instantly went weak, and she collapsed to the ground. "Hahaha, thank my ancestors! You slut in stockings, you've finally been caught by me!" Saburo Okubo's spirit was revived. He grabbed Ayaka Murasawa from the ground. The moment her high-heeled jade feet touched the ground, her black-stockinged legs instantly twitched and went limp. "Haha, aren't your legs so powerful? Come on, kick me again!" "Ughh!!!" Damn it, I, I've actually been caught?! Ayaka Murasawa, filled with shame and anger, tried to kick him with her silk legs, but before her high-heeled jade feet could reach him, they went numb and limp. "Your slutty hole is quite capable, isn't it? I'll find something good to see if you can still clamp it off!" Remembering the tragically deceased Jiro Okubo, Saburo Okubo's grief welled up. He hoisted the bound Ayaka Murasawa and brought her to a metal statue. The statue's face was imposing, but its lower body protruded a massive metal dildo, far larger in size and length than that of the Okubo brothers. Saburo Okubo scooped up Ayaka Murasawa's bound body, removed the severed cock still lodged in her honey hole, and pressed her honey hole tightly against the statue's thick metal dildo. With a sudden burst of strength, he forced her down onto it. The thick dildo plunged straight into her core, even pushing out a bulge in Ayaka Murasawa's lower abdomen. "Oooohhh!!!" Oh, it's, it's going to split open!!! Ayaka Murasawa screamed and frantically tried to stand up on her high-heeled jade feet to escape the dildo, but the moment her high-heeled jade feet touched the ground, a sharp pain shot through them, causing Ayaka Murasawa to fall back again. The dildo immediately plunged deeper into her slutty hole, her lower abdomen bulging out again. Ayaka Murasawa struggled back and forth like this several times, screaming incessantly as she was penetrated, her juices flowing. "You said you could clamp it off? Try clamping this one off this time? Let me tell you, it's not over yet!" Seeing Ayaka Murasawa's miserable state, Saburo Okubo let out a hearty laugh and reached out to activate the mechanism behind the statue. With a whirring of gears, the statue's thick dildo began to thrust violently up and down, emitting intense vibrations. "Guhhh!!!" No, it's, it's going to split! I'm, I'm going to die! Haa?! Help, help me! Ayaka Murasawa felt as if her lower body was about to be pierced. Her abdomen bulged with each "bang bang bang" of the dildo's thrusts. Intense pain and a tidal wave of pleasure erupted, causing her to climax. The statue gave Ayaka Murasawa no chance to breathe, continuing its forceful thrusting. "Oooohhh!!!" "Let me tell you, if your slutty hole isn't smashed to pieces, the statue won't stop! You'll just be impaled into a pile of meat here! To appease my second brother's spirit!" Saburo Okubo then threw out several ropes, securing Ayaka Murasawa to the dildo, ensuring she wouldn't come loose no matter how violent the thrusts. He then left without looking back. "Oooohhh!!!" Guh! No, don't! My, my lower half is going to be smashed! Help, help me! Leaving Ayaka Murasawa alone in the empty shrine, her desperate moans echoed. "Bang!" The one-pounder cannon fired not a cannonball, but a dildo made of wood and tree sap. The object shot directly into Tachibana Saki's gaping, wide-open honey pot beneath her raised leg. "Eeeeeeek?! Eeeeeeek?!" The dildo instantly tore through Tachibana Saki's panties and plunged into her tender honey pot. The sheer force of the impact even sent Saki's delicate body flying backward a considerable distance. The stimulation her lower body experienced was beyond words, causing her to nearly lose control of her bladder. She screamed as a pale yellow liquid sprayed from her nether regions, sending her flying backward. "Arthur, nice shot! Brothers, grab that bitch!" Dutch, seeing the momentum was in their favor, immediately led the charge. "Thump~ Gyaaaaaaaah?! So, so painful!" Tachibana Saki landed unceremoniously on the ground. Seeing the enemies closing in, she struggled to get up. However, the moment her beautiful white-stockinged legs moved, a tearing, yet tingly and numb pain shot through her lower body. Besides the constant trickle of urine and her own burgeoning juices, the surface of her honey slit was visibly red and swollen, clearly from the forceful penetration. Tachibana Saki collapsed on the ground, writhing for a long time, her silken legs unable to support her to stand again. "Little beauty, I'm gonna fuck you!!! What the fuck?!" This time, there was no immediate danger. Colonel Dutch was the first to pounce. "Dieeeeeee!" In a moment of crisis, Tachibana Saki finally mustered a sliver of strength. Lying on the ground, she raised her beautiful leg and kicked Dutch directly in the stomach, sending him flying. However, she lacked the strength for a serious blow, merely pushing him away. "Get away from me~ Ughhhhhh?! You bunch of trash!" Tachibana Saki finally managed to stand up. She quickly raised her leg and used her heel to pierce the throat of the nearest cowboy. But the excessive movement dislodged the dildo wedged in her honey pot, causing her to involuntarily cry out, filling her with even more shame and rage. Enduring the intensifying stimulation, she kicked out again, slicing open another cowboy's throat. "This, this disgusting thing, damn it... Ugh, hnn~" After repelling them, Tachibana Saki frantically writhed her perky ass and lower body, trying to dislodge the unwelcome guest in her honey pot. But the dildo was covered in blunt, granular barbs, which were firmly lodged in Tachibana Saki's honey pot. No matter how she twisted her delicate body, it refused to come out. Instead, the more she struggled, the more the granular barbs rubbed against the walls of her honey slit. The more she struggled, the more sensation she felt. In just a short while, Tachibana Saki's lower body began to ooze juices, leaving her both ashamed and furious. She quickly ceased her futile struggle. Fortunately, dildos of this era lacked the vibrating or even electric shock functions of later times, otherwise Tachibana Saki might have been completely incapacitated on the spot. The dildo was loosely lodged in Tachibana Saki's honey pot. While she couldn't dislodge it, at least it hadn't penetrated her uterus. She could barely endure this level of stimulation. Realizing she couldn't remove the dildo for the time being, she could only force herself to continue fighting. The sooner she eliminated these unknown American cowboys, the sooner she could break free. "Look, that slut's already leaking down there! She's clearly about to break. Hurry, brothers, get her! We'll be set for life with the bounty money!!!" After being kicked away by Tachibana Saki, Dutch discovered a clear hole in his upper abdomen from her stiletto heel, narrowly missing his heart. He dared not advance rashly and instead called his men forward to probe. "Scum! Scum! Hiss~ Ohhh?! You, if you have the guts, don't hide behind them!" Tachibana Saki had reluctantly adapted to fighting with her white-stockinged legs while the dildo was lodged between them. The object made her legs nearly go numb, making it almost impossible to kick with force. However, she could still utilize the sharp, slender heels of her laced high heels on her feet, as if she had daggers equipped. With a gentle kick, she could slice through the cowboys' necks or foreheads, reaping their lives. "Gyaaaaaaaah?!" Tachibana Saki continued to cry out uncontrollably, while her upper body, tightly bound, used her white-stockinged legs to reap the lives of the cowboys. After a few minutes, seven or eight cowboys were all killed by Tachibana Saki's skillful maneuvers. Only Dutch and Arthur remained, looking at each other in disbelief. They couldn't fathom how a woman, bound at the upper body and with a dildo inserted into her lower body, could still be so formidable. "This bitch is so damn tough, all my brothers are dead. Dutch, should we just kill her?" Arthur turned and asked. "Hah, those two witches have been purified by our Witch Hunter Order!" Bishop Rasputin pressed a mechanism on the altar, and the wall behind him slid open, revealing two exaggerated torture devices rising along a track. "Sakurayuki? Ayaka?!" Tachibana Saki's eyes widened in shock at the scene before her. To the left was a device resembling a gallows, and Iga Sakurayuki, one of the three Shinobi Princesses, was suspended by her neck. Her arms were bound tightly behind her back, her full, firm breasts bulging and bruised from the restraints. Her slender legs, encased in black thigh-high stockings, were clamped together so tightly, from the heels of her stilettos all the way up to her thighs, that she looked like a human log. What was truly terrifying was the rope around her neck. Iga Sakurayuki's taut body was suspended in the air, her toes barely able to touch the pedal of the gallows. Even more horrifying, a thin, sharp blade protruded from the bottom of the pedal, piercing directly into her honey trap between her tightly clenched black-stockinged legs, mere millimeters from fully entering. This meant that if Iga Sakurayuki's perfectly poised feet faltered even slightly, not only would her neck tighten, leading to suffocation, but the blade between her legs would also pierce her honey trap. The beautiful woman was straining with all her might, her body slick with sweat from the prolonged agony, appearing on the verge of collapse. And Murasawa Ayaka, to the right, was in no better situation. Her arms, encased in silk gloves, were bound tightly behind her back, each finger individually wrapped. Her breasts, not only exposed but also adorned with two heavy nipple weights, were pulled down, elongating her full, ample bosom. Her silk-stockinged legs were spread apart and bound, her bent legs resembling fleshy gourds. However, she was now desperately clamping these bent legs together. Murasawa Ayaka's bound body was straddling a wooden horse. Unlike ordinary pleasure devices, the back of this wooden horse was an incredibly sharp blade, capable of slicing through hair. Thus, Murasawa Ayaka had to clamp her silk legs together with all her strength to prevent herself from sliding down, lest her honey trap and rear end be sliced in two. Yet, the heavy weights on her nipples caused her immense pain, pulling her body forward, making her feel as though she was about to slide off. "Ugh oh oh oh!" Saki! What are you doing here?! Leave! "Hmph, mmph mmph eh!!!" Tachibana Saki! Quick, save me~ Ah! I can't hold on anymore, down there, down there is going to be cut in half?! The two Shinobi Princesses wailed towards Tachibana Saki in unison, but their mouths were gagged, preventing them from conveying their true meaning. "You bastard! Let them go! Or I'll make you wish you were never born!!!" Tachibana Saki, seeing her former Shinobi Princess companions subjected to such torture, was enraged and prepared to act immediately. "Let them go? Certainly, if you, this wicked witch, surrender obediently! And accept the purification of our Witch Hunter Order!" Bishop Rasputin stood before the altar and said with a solemn expression. "Ha? Do you think I'm an idiot?" "If that's the case, then don't blame me for crushing delicate flowers! If I press this button, the honey traps of these two sluts will be pierced by blades and sliced in half. Can you truly bear to witness that?" Rasputin said, producing a button and making a move to press it. "Hmph, if I surrender obediently, that's when I'll truly fall into eternal damnation! In this situation, at least I can avenge them, right? If you dare to press the switch, you monk, I guarantee you'll regret being born. There's a punishment in the Qing Empire across the sea where flesh is cut off piece by piece until only a skeleton remains, yet the person is still alive. It's called Lingchi. If you dare to harm them, I guarantee I'll cut you into a thousand pieces!!!" Tachibana Saki was, of course, very nervous, but she knew that the more so, the less she could show weakness or compromise, otherwise, if they gained leverage, her fate would be even worse. "Mmph mmph mmph!!!" Saki! Well said, don't mind me! Kill them!!! Iga Sakurayuki met Tachibana Saki's gaze with resolute eyes. "Ugh oh eh?!" Wait, wait, wait?! I, I don't want to, I don't want to be cut in half down there?! Murasawa Ayaka reacted differently, shaking her head desperately at Tachibana Saki. "You damned witch!" Bishop Rasputin, seeing Tachibana Saki's resolute attitude, found himself in a difficult position. To be honest, he couldn't bear to kill the two charming female Shinobi Princesses. Ideally, he'd capture Tachibana Saki and take her back to America. Such exquisite Eastern beauties were rare, and it would be a shame to lose either of them. He had expected her to be coerced into submission, but she saw through his ploy and was completely unyielding. Enraged, Bishop Rasputin pressed another switch. The mechanism behind him immediately activated, and a heavy, human-sized iron coffin slid out on a track. "Wicked witch, threatening me, the agent of God! Do you see this 'Iron Maiden'? This will be your fate!" As soon as Bishop Rasputin finished speaking, the Iron Maiden, carved with the head of the Virgin Mary, opened, revealing long, sharp iron needles on its two valves. These needles were specifically designed for women's sensitive areas, with particularly thick and long barbs targeting the honey trap, rear end, and breasts. The needles on other parts targeted various acupoints on the female body but avoided vital organs like the heart. If one were truly enclosed, they would experience prolonged pain and stimulation without dying. "Hmph, how disgusting. It seems you monk want to experience the Lingchi punishment!" Even Tachibana Saki felt a prickle of unease at the sight of the terrifying Iron Maiden, and her anger intensified. "At this point, there's only one way: to fight! Adrian, this is a test from God. Capture this Eastern witch, and you will be qualified to become a bishop of the Order!" Rasputin, seeing that persuasion had failed, decided to resort to force. He patted his disciple's shoulder and said solemnly. "As expected of a witch with profound magic, so tenacious!" Father Adrian continuously shot ropes at Tachibana Saki, but each was knocked away. Some ropes were already frayed from repeated attacks, and a few more such futile assaults would surely sever them. What was more dire was that Tachibana Saki was incredibly agile even with her legs bound. While swatting away his ropes with her hands, her high-heeled feet continuously pushed off the ground, leaping forward and closing the distance to Adrian. "I must use my ultimate move. Lord, grant me the power to hunt demons! The Holy Pear!" Father Adrian flicked his black robe, and five sharp-pointed, bulging metal rods, which bore no resemblance to pears despite their name, floated up. Adrian waved his hand towards Tachibana Saki, and the five metal rods hovered and shot towards her. "Hm? What is this now!" Tachibana Saki saw the disgusting rods, which naturally brought back unpleasant memories of her encounter with the cowboy some time ago, so she was extra vigilant, fiercely guarding her honeyed slit. The first metal rod was knocked away by her fingernails, sparks flying before it was sent hurtling back by the impact and embedded in the wall. The second, third, and fourth were dealt with similarly. Tachibana Saki deliberately smashed the rods with great force into wall crevices or the ground, aiming to prevent him from controlling them further. "Fuck! Move, damn you!" Adrian tried to control the rods to continue their attack, but they were stuck in the ground and walls, unable to be retrieved. "Hmph, mere parlor tricks!" Tachibana Saki continued to swat away the ropes, leaping towards Adrian with her tightly clenched, silk-clad legs. Just as she was about to slap him to death, a sharp pain suddenly erupted from her chrysanthemum, as if something had burrowed into it. It turned out the last metal rod had circled around behind Tachibana Saki and drilled straight into her anal cavity. "Ahhhhh?! My, my ass?! You bastard! Die!!" The penetration immediately sent a jolt through Tachibana Saki. She had been focusing on her front and her honeyed slit, never expecting it to come from behind. While enduring the intense pain in her anus, she dared not remove her hands, which were fending off the ropes, to pull it out. Any moment of slack would give the attacking ropes an opening. Thus, she could only grit her teeth, endure the stimulation from her anus, and desperately swat away the ropes, leaping towards Father Adrian. Once he was dealt with, all problems would be solved. "Fuck bitch! It's not over yet!" The distance between them was only a few meters. Tachibana Saki's high-heeled feet would only need a few more pushes to reach him. Father Adrian, thoroughly frightened, quickly reached out and grasped the air. "Guh-oooooooh?! What, what is this?! It's, it's opening up inside?! Whoooaaahhh?!" Tachibana Saki's body immediately stiffened. The rod inserted into her rear began to split into four petals from the tip, constantly unfolding outwards, just like an inverted pear, stretching Tachibana Saki's anal cavity wide open. It turned out these were ancient European torture devices called "blooming pears," composed of a mechanism that could open and close. In their closed state, they could be easily inserted into the female body, but once inside, they could be controlled to open instantly. "Ugh!!! So, so painful!!!" In her panic and the intense pain from her rear, Tachibana Saki quickly leaped back to dodge the attacking ropes. One hand continued to fend off the incoming ropes, while the other fumbled towards her rear, attempting to pull out the blooming pear. "Guaaaaaahhh?! How, how did it get bigger again?!" Unfortunately, the tip of the blooming pear was already controlled to open, making it thick at the front and thin at the back, firmly stuck in Tachibana Saki's anal cavity. She tried several times, but besides screaming in pain, she was helpless. In fact, the more she tried to pull it out, the wider the tip of the blooming pear opened. Moreover, with her attention diverted to the blooming pear in her rear, Tachibana Saki's defense in front slackened. Father Adrian seized the opportunity, flicked his robe, and threw out two more metal blooming pears. After frantically batting away the first, Tachibana Saki was caught off guard as the second one penetrated her honeyed slit, burrowing in completely. "Whoooaaahhh?! No, don't open!!" By the time Tachibana Saki reacted, it was too late. She watched in horror as Father Adrian raised his hand into the air and clenched it tightly. "Guh-ooooooohhhhhh?!" The blooming pear that had invaded Tachibana Saki's honeyed slit instantly opened, stretching her tight honeyed slit more than double its size. The intense stimulation caused Tachibana Saki unbearable pain, and she screamed. But it wasn't over yet. Father Adrian's hand in the air continuously opened and closed, and the blooming pear inside Tachibana Saki's honeyed slit began to alternately close and open. "Haaaaaaahhh?! I'm, I'm going to be torn apart?! S-stop~ Wooooaaahhh!!" Tachibana Saki trembled uncontrollably from the intense pain and stimulation in her sensitive areas. Her entire body lost strength from the numbing pleasure, and she could no longer resist the ropes attacking her. The ropes surged upwards, immediately entangling her hands, which were covering her honeyed slit and rear, and pulling them back to be bound. Starting from her slender fingers, they were tightly clasped and tied together, then separated at three points and wrapped around her wrists, elbows, and upper arms, fixing Tachibana Saki's arms tightly behind her in a Y-shape beneath silk bandages. They then moved forward, tightly wrapping around her firm breasts, causing the fabric of her kimono to creak. "Stinking bitch! Accept the purification of the 'divine artifact'!" Father Adrian waved his hand, controlling the ropes to hoist the almost human-shaped Tachibana Saki into the air. Then, with his other hand, he continuously opened and closed, causing the two blooming pears in her honeyed slit and rear to repeatedly expand and contract. The rough metal particles on the surface of the blooming pears furiously abraded the walls of Tachibana Saki's honeyed slit. The intense stimulation and pain made Tachibana Saki scream, teetering on the brink of death and ecstasy. "Guh-nnnnnnnnh!!! Stop, stop it?! I'm, I'm going to die! Wooooaaahhh!!" Tachibana Saki cried out in a high-pitched voice. Her sensitive lower regions became drenched from the intense stimulation. She writhed her bound, delicate body in vain, her pair of forced-straightened, white-stockinged, high-heeled legs kicking violently up and down in the air. "Wicked witch! I'll drain your 'magic' dry!" Adrian leered, increasing the frequency of the blooming pears' movements. "Whoooaaahhh?! No, something, something is about to, about to come out?!" "Pfft~" "Haaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" With a crisp squirt, Tachibana Saki's eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out as her body convulsed and she climaxed. Crystal clear honey dripped endlessly from her honeyed slit. Seeing that Tachibana Saki had lost all resistance, Adrian controlled the ropes to pull her before him. He reached out and caressed her large breasts, which were swollen from the tight bindings, and laughed triumphantly.