The Debauched, Lustful Bitch's Escape

The cloying,腥甜 scent in the hall was so thick it felt tangible, a rotten sweetness of semen, sweat, arousal fluid, and blood that clawed its way into her nostrils. She fought back a gag as Ariel squeezed through the door, and the scene that greeted her left her utterly stunned... The hall was vast and dim, its ceiling lost in darkness. The black stone walls were carved with twisted reliefs – naked female bodies chained, whipped, violated by colossal phalluses, their poses lewd and debauched. A few flickering oil lamps cast long, distorted shadows, painting the most pornographic tableau imaginable... A thick, crimson shag carpet covered the center of the hall, its pile matted with an unknown, glistening liquid (arousal fluid, of course!). Scattered around the carpet's edge were countless sex toys. A row of pink vibrators hummed and rolled on the floor, their surfaces coated in semi-dried goo. Several black dildos stood upright in custom metal bases, their tips still dripping clear fluid. On a small table nearby sat three silver breast pumps, transparent tubes leading to glass bottles sloshing with milky liquid, the scent of breast milk mingling with the腥甜. Against the wall, a collection of dildos and fleshlights were neatly arranged, their metallic surfaces glinting in the dim light. The largest dildo was as thick as an arm. In a corner lay a pile of latex bodysuits, electrode pads, gags, O-rings, and several pairs of heel-less horseshoes, their metal soles designed to lock the ankles, leaving only the hooves to touch the ground. Most striking was the enormous black cage in the center of the hall – actually three cages side-by-side. In the left cage, a "bitch" curled up, clad in a sheer black maid outfit, her eyes vacant. Her hands were bound behind her back, her knees and calves folded and tied together, forcing her into a kneeling, prone position. In the right cage was another, wearing a pink cat-ear headband and a cat-tail butt plug, with cat-paw gloves. She was curled up playing with a ball of yarn, occasionally emitting a contented purr. But what truly made Ariel unable to look away was the middle cage. It was empty, and before it, a man sat languidly on a black throne, his black silk robe open to reveal a pale chest. At his feet, a... cute but lewd bitch was sprawled! No, that wasn't right... it was a girl completely broken and trained into a bitch! The girl was breathtakingly beautiful. Even in her current state, a hint of her former commanding presence, of a dominant woman, could be felt. Her long black hair was scattered on the floor, but on her head sat a pair of fluffy brown dog ears, making her look even more like a pet. Her limbs were bound in a complete K9 harness: thighs and calves tightly pressed together, upper and lower arms folded and secured, forcing her to crawl on her knees and elbows. Thick memory foam pads covered her knees and elbows, seemingly to allow for prolonged crawling without immediate skin abrasion, yet the dull ache was a constant reminder – you are just a bitch now. Her hands were encased in black latex gloves, forced into fists. Metal rings on the gloves connected by short chains to the rope bindings of a full body harness – every struggle, every crawl, the chains tugged at the knots, pulling on sensitive points of her breasts and genitals. The intricate spiderweb of rope crisscrossed her body, the rough hemp digging deep into her snow-white skin, compressing her full breasts into bulging diamond shapes. Her nipples, rubbed raw and glistening, were adorned with silver rings. The T-crotch strap brutally wedged between her legs, its metal bead pressing firmly against the erect nub nestled between her swollen labia, gently caressing with every breath. A thick dog-tail butt plug protruded from her anus, its fluffy brown tail swaying between her buttocks with her movements. Around her neck was a thick black leather collar, a silver tag dangling from its front, bearing the seven gilded characters "淫奴媚肉母狗" (Lecherous Slave, Seductive Flesh, Bitch) in the dim light. Most humiliating was her mouth – a silver O-ring held her jaw open, a thin leather strap securing her tongue below it, forcing it to protrude. Clear saliva mixed with tears dripped from the corners of her unclosable mouth and the tip of her stretched tongue, pooling on the carpet, forming a small wet patch. At this moment, the girl, utterly tamed into a bitch, lay at the man's feet in the most abject posture. Her cheek pressed against the carpet, her secured tongue slowly, meticulously licked the man's bare instep and the tip of his shoe. With each lick, a suppressed, tearful whimper escaped her throat. With each lick, the dog tail behind her buttocks wagged more violently. The knots of the harness rubbed against her nipples and clitoris with every slight shift of her body, the metal bead at the front of the T-crotch strap grinding between her swollen labia, sending tremors of pleasure through her. The man suddenly lifted his foot, pressing his sole lightly onto her back. "Mmm—" she let out a seductive whimper, her body instantly tensing, then collapsing. Her waist dipped deeply, her already high-arched ass arching even higher, almost pushing the dog tail to the ceiling. The tail thrashed wildly, like a truly aroused bitch begging its master. Su Muxue's heart felt as if it were being torn apart by countless knives. No... this isn't me... I'm not a bitch... I am Su Muxue... a goddess of five hundred years... I once destroyed nations with a thought... Wooo... I... I... don't want this QAQ But her tongue continued to lick more fervently between the man's toes, more saliva flowing, dripping from her chin onto the carpet. She hated herself, hated this betraying body – her mind was still resisting, unwilling to accept this, but her body had long been reshaped by the system's training and taming into the most outstanding bitch, the most lecherous flesh~ Each lick sent waves of pleasure surging to her brain. Her nipples ached and itched from the friction of the rope, her clitoris felt numb from the grinding of the metal ball, and the butt plug in her anus shifted within her intestines with the wagging of her tail, scraping against the most sensitive flesh. She felt utterly drenched below, arousal fluid trickling down her inner thighs, dripping onto the carpet, mixing with her saliva. Shame... so shameful... like a real, aroused bitch... licking feet with someone's foot on her back... and... and wagging her tail... She refused to be humiliated like this! But she couldn't even lift her head – if she did, the collar would tighten around her throat, bringing a suffocating panic. Her body had learned: at the master's feet, one must lower their head, one must lick, one must wag their tail. She instantly broke her stealth, her pink figure shooting towards the iron cage like an arrow! The cage door was secured with a thick lock, etched with dark purple demonic runes. Ariel raised her Starlight Wand, the pink crystal tip erupting in a blinding radiance. "Light Melt!" A concentrated beam shot out with precision— "Sizzle!" A burnt smell filled the air as the metal lock rapidly turned red, softened, and then clanged to the ground a few seconds later. Ariel yanked open the cage door! "Mmm… Don't be scared! I'm here to save you!" She reached out to Su Muxue, who was still huddled by the cage door, her voice trembling with anxiety. Su Muxue's head snapped up. In her tear-soaked eyes, astonishment flickered first, followed by disbelief and elation—then, a deeper fear washed over her. She shook her head desperately, emitting rapid whimpers, her saliva flying. Ariel didn't have time to think. She immediately leaned down and grabbed the clasp of the collar around Su Muxue's neck, yanking it outwards in an attempt to break her restraints! "Screech—!" A searing pain shot up Ariel's fingertips! She cried out in pain and retracted her hand, her fingertips blackened and smoking. The dark purple runes on the collar pulsed with an ominous glow. She then tried to untie the knots of the turtle shell binding—the ropes felt as if they had grown into flesh, unmoving! Instead, the pulling caused the knots to dig deeper into Su Muxue's nipples and clitoris. "Mmm—!!" Su Muxue arched her back, a pained whimper escaping her throat, tears streaming down her face. She shook her head frantically, her eyes pleading (Mmm, it hurts! Gently, QAQ No! Don't pull anymore…) Ariel looked at her own charred fingers, at Su Muxue's contorted face, and a profound sense of powerlessness washed over her. How could this be… her light magic… couldn't undo it? Just then, Su Muxue suddenly used her bound elbow to hit Ariel's calf, desperately wagging her tail and looking behind Ariel with whimpers. Ariel's hair stood on end. A chilling aura surged from behind her. "Little butterfly… lost?" A deep, magnetic voice, laced with coldness, echoed from behind… Ariel stiffened and turned. In the doorway, the man leaned against the doorframe, his black robes open, shadows obscuring most of his face, revealing only a pair of thin lips curved in a half-smile. A ball of viscous, dark red light danced on his fingertips, locked onto her. He had returned at some point, and clearly, he had been watching for a while… "No... what is this..." Ariel looked down at the changes on her body in terror, her hands instinctively covering her chest, only to find she couldn't cover it at all. But the most terrifying change occurred on the inside of the battle suit. "Ah... Ah!" Ariel let out a terrified scream. She felt the inner lining of the battle suit... come alive. Countless tiny, flesh-pink tentacles surged from the inside of the battle suit, coiling around her skin! They were so soft, so warm, with a certain slimy moistness, roaming wantonly over her body. Some tentacles wrapped around her waist, tightening slowly like snakes, squeezing out soft flesh. Her waist was already slender, and now, constricted by the tentacles, it appeared even more pitiable. Some tentacles climbed onto her breasts. They nimbly burrowed beneath the small, heart-shaped lace, beginning to knead and press those two full, soft mounds. The tips of the tentacles seemed to have some sort of suction cups, sticking to her areolas and gently sucking. "Mmm... no..." Ariel bit her lip, desperately suppressing a moan. Some tentacles crawled upwards along her thighs. Those slippery tentacles, like countless small snakes, slithered along the smooth inner sides of her thighs, leaving behind sticky, wet trails. They burrowed into her revealing, pale pink lace panties, pressing against her tightly closed flower. And there were more tentacles—even thinner, more agile ones even burrowed into her small orifices and navel. One slender tentacle even attempted to pry open her tightly clenched lips, trying to enter her mouth. "No... no... stop...!" Ariel struggled desperately, trying to tear off this cursed battle suit. Her fingers dug into the edge of the battle suit, pulling with all her might—but the suit seemed to have grown onto her body, unmoving no matter how she pulled. And then, she discovered something even more terrifying— Every time she struggled, every time her emotions flared, the tentacles became more active! The more she struggled, the harder the tentacles wrapped around her breasts kneaded. The more she resisted, the more vigorously the tentacles pressed against her flower rubbed. They began to secrete a transparent, faintly sweet-smelling mucus. The mucus coated her skin, bringing a tingling pleasure. For some reason, her skin began to become sensitive, and every touch of a tentacle would trigger a shiver. "This is... an aphrodisiac... mucus..." Ariel realized in horror. She felt her body heating up. Despite being violated, her skin was becoming sensitive, and every place the tentacles touched sent a tingle of pleasure. This feeling made her both ashamed and afraid, her cheeks involuntarily flushing red. "Not bad," the Blood Demon Blade's voice came from afar, with a tone of appreciation. "This 'Living Tentacle Pet Lust Suit' is one of my masterpieces. It adjusts the activity of the tentacles based on the little pet's emotions and magical fluctuations, perfect for a disobedient pet like you~" He paused, a deeper curve forming at the corner of his lips: "The more you resist, the more excited it gets." "You... you pervert!" Ariel gritted her teeth. She had to fight back! She had to find a way while she could still move! She forced down her will and began to gather her magic. A pink light flickered at the tip of her staff, growing brighter and brighter— Just then, the tentacle pressed against her flower suddenly gave a forceful thrust. "Ah—!" Ariel's incantation was instantly interrupted, her body went limp, and she almost fell to the ground. The tentacle didn't penetrate, but merely ground hard against her clitoris through the thin fabric of her pale pink lace panties. But that pleasure... that sudden, intense pleasure, left her mind blank. Her legs involuntarily clamped together, but this only tightened the grip of the tentacle, making the stimulation even more intense. "Mmm... ha..." She bit her lip, suppressing her moans, but the sounds still escaped her lips. "It seems you've discovered it," the Blood Demon Blade said leisurely, his voice filled with malicious delight. "As soon as you try to use magic, the tentacles will 'punish' you and make you obedient. After all, pet bitches don't need magic~" He took a step forward, his gaze falling on Ariel's body trembling with pleasure: "The stronger your magic, the heavier the punishment." "Tra... " She squeezed out the word, her magic finally taking shape. A pink radiance erupted from within her, instantly engulfing her and Su Muxue, who was lying prone not far away. Blood Demon Blade's expression finally changed. "Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Spatial magic? This little magical girl knew spatial magic? However, he made no move to stop her. He simply watched the scene with keen interest, curious to see just how far she could go. After all, she was wearing that tentacle pet costume; she wouldn't be able to run very far. The light grew brighter, and a teleportation array slowly formed beneath Ariel's feet. It was an intricate pattern composed of countless points of light, like a blooming pink lotus, enveloping both her and Su Muxue. Just then— The anal plug on Su Muxue suddenly activated. "Mmmph—!!" Su Muxue let out a scream distorted by the gag. The dog tail anal plug, buried deep within her rear, began to vibrate violently. The tremors transmitted directly to her sensitive intestinal walls, stimulating the tender flesh that had become unnaturally sensitive through prolonged training. It felt as if a fire had been ignited in the deepest part of her body, making her limbs go weak and her mind go blank. Simultaneously, the ropes of the shibari binding tightened. The coarse hemp ropes seemed to come alive, digging into her flesh and biting into her groin. Her breasts, already squeezed into a diamond shape, were further distorted, their tips peeking out from the gaps in the ropes, swollen and red like two ripe cherries. The T-shaped crotch rope aggressively rubbed against her already slick folds, and the metal ball ground against her swollen clitoris, sending waves of pleasure that almost suffocated her. The small mechanism on her collar also activated, releasing a faint electric current that stimulated her neck. The tingling sensation shot down her spine, causing her body to convulse violently. These were the "anti-escape mechanisms" Blood Demon Blade had installed on her. Once they detected an attempt to leave her master, they would automatically activate, subjecting her to the most intense stimulation, rendering her completely incapable of resistance. "Mmm—! Mmmph—!" Su Muxue's body trembled violently, climaxing uncontrollably within the light of the teleportation. Pleasure washed over her like a tsunami. Her eyes rolled back, revealing large swathes of white, more saliva dripped from her gag, mixing with tears and falling onto the carpet. Her folds clenched spasmodically, and her arousal sprayed from between the petals, soaking the carpet beneath her. The dog tail thrashed wildly, causing the anal plug to spin within her rear, delivering even more stimulation. She hated herself. She hated this traitorous body, these damned restraints, and herself for being trained into this pathetic, tail-wagging state despite being a goddess. But what she hated even more was— Why was that magical girl trying to save her?! She didn't deserve to be saved. She had been trained beyond recognition; what was the point of escaping? Her body had learned obedience, learned to wag its tail at her master's feet, learned to lick his toes. She couldn't even walk properly anymore, only crawl like a bitch. Taking her would only be a burden to that magical girl. But... but that foolish girl was actually trying to save her... "Mmmph..." And those devilish... possessive desires that treated her like an object. "Don't be afraid, it's alright." Ariel continued, her voice as gentle as a lullaby. But her hand... reached towards her storage space. It was a dimensional pocket, standard for a magical girl, capable of holding necessities—mana potions, healing items, spare clothes, and so on. Ariel's hand fumbled within the unseen space, and then— She pulled something out. The moment Su Muxue saw it— Her mind went blank. It was— A gag. The silver metal gag that she had been forced to wear for countless days, the symbol of her deepest humiliation. Its design was simple—a metal ring, just wide enough to stretch a person's mouth to its maximum; on the inner side of the ring was a tongue clamp, which could grip the tongue, rendering the wearer unable to speak, only capable of emitting muffled whimpers; on both sides of the ring were straps, which could be tied behind the head to secure it. This thing... Su Muxue's memories were instantly pulled back to that dark lair. She remembered this gag. She remembered the feeling of it being forcibly shoved into her mouth. She remembered how those devils used this gag to humiliate her—stuffing all sorts of things into her unclosable mouth, leaving her unable to resist, unable to refuse, unable even to beg for mercy. She remembered every day she was forced to wear it, saliva uncontrollably dripping from the corners of her mouth, wetting her chin and chest. She thought... She thought Ariel had thrown it away when she helped her remove it. She thought that symbol of humiliation had been left forever in that hellish lair. But... Why... why did she have this... I clearly remember... after she helped me take it off... she should have thrown it away... Why is she still keeping it?! Su Muxue's heart pounded violently, an ominous premonition surging through her, almost freezing her blood. "You... why are you still keeping this thing?!" Her voice trembled, filled with confusion and fear. "You weren't... you weren't going to help me... why..." Before she could finish speaking— Ariel moved. Her movements were terrifyingly fluid, as if she had practiced them countless times. She let out a long sigh. They were at least several hundred miles from the Blood Demon Blade's lair. The teleportation coordinates she'd chosen were one of the safest places she could recall – the ruins of a forgotten temple of light. "Mmm… mmmph…" A faint whimper brought Ariel back to her senses. She turned her head and saw Su Muxue sprawled on the ground a few steps away, still in that humiliating crawling posture – limbs folded, hips raised high, her dog tail hanging limply between her legs. Her body was still trembling slightly, clearly exhausted from the forced orgasm that had been triggered. The rope marks from the turtle shell binding were clearly visible in the moonlight, her breasts squeezed into an alluring shape, and the T-back thong was deeply embedded in her crotch, parting her tender lips into two halves. The gag was still in her mouth, and saliva dripped continuously down her chin~ "Mmm… mmmph mmmph…" Su Muxue lifted her head, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, and whimpered indistinctly. Her tongue was pulled out by the tongue clamp, unable to retract, making it impossible for her to form a complete word. Right, the gag! Ariel finally remembered that Su Muxue still had that damned gag in her mouth. She hadn't had a chance to try and remove it in the throne hall, and now, she had to see if she could help her take it out. She crawled laboriously in front of Su Muxue, carefully examining the gag's construction. It was a black metal gag, holding Su Muxue's mouth open, preventing her from closing it. Leather straps connected the two ends of the gag, tying it behind her head. A small clamp on her tongue was connected to the lower edge of the gag by a thin chain, forcing her tongue to remain extended. Ariel carefully unbuckled the leather straps. Fortunately, this wasn't magically locked like the collar, just a regular buckle. "Click." The gag came loose. Ariel gently removed the gag from Su Muxue's mouth and then released the tongue clamp. "Cough… cough cough cough…" Su Muxue coughed violently, gagging, and gasping for air. Her lips were red and swollen from being chafed by the gag, and traces of saliva still lingered at the corners of her mouth, but the ability to move her mouth freely brought her a sense of relief, as if she had narrowly escaped death. After the gag was removed, her small mouth remained slightly ajar. She had been forced open for so long by the gag that she couldn't close her mouth for a moment… After a long while, she managed to utter her first sentence, "Th… thank you…" Her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, her throat dry and sore from being held open for so long. "Don't speak, rest for a while," Ariel's voice was also weak. "Are you okay?" "I…" Su Muxue wanted to say "I'm fine," but the words turned into a bitter laugh. "How good can I be?" She looked up at Ariel. In the moonlight, she could finally see the appearance of her savior – pink hair, an innocent face, and… that extremely revealing combat suit that looked like it had been corrupted by tentacles. "Your… your clothes…" "I know," Ariel lowered her head, looking at the purplish-red lustful patterns spreading across the pink fabric on her body, and the outlines of tentacles writhing beneath her skin from time to time, a bitter expression on her face. "That demon cursed my combat suit, I can't take it off… and these tentacles will… will always…" She didn't finish her sentence, as the tentacles within her seemed to sense her emotional fluctuations and began to writhe gently, kneading her breasts and rubbing her pussy. "Mmm…" She couldn't help but let out a soft hum, her cheeks flushing red. Su Muxue watched her reaction, a complex mix of emotions surging within her. This girl had sacrificed herself to save her. She had braved danger to break into the Blood Demon Blade's lair and fought with all her might to bring her out, only to be trapped by that tentacle pet suit, becoming a plaything in another form… "I'm sorry…" Su Muxue lowered her head. "Because of me, you…" "No, it's not your fault!" Ariel quickly said. "It's that demon's fault! And I went willingly, I'm a magical girl of light, and it's my mission to save those who are trapped!" And behind her— Su Muxue was crawling at a steady rhythm. The K9 bitch suit bound her body completely into the posture of a true female dog, every detail like a meticulously designed sex toy, completely degrading her from a high and mighty goddess to a bitch to be played with. Her limbs were cruelly folded and bound—thighs and calves pressed tightly together, wrapped layer by layer with thick black leather straps, cinched from the root of her thighs to below her knees. The straps were buckled tightly, preventing any possibility of straightening; her arms met the same fate, her upper and lower arms forced to fold, locked at the elbows with the same straps, which were also inlaid with metal buckles, emitting a faint clinking sound. This design forced her to crawl on her knees and elbows, like a true bitch in heat, each movement causing her body’s center of gravity to sink, her hips naturally arching high, exposing everything lewd between her legs. Her knees and elbows were covered with soft memory foam pads—this was the "considerate" design of Blood Demon Blade, but that very "consideration" was the greatest humiliation. Because it meant—she was expected to remain in this posture forever. Like a real dog. With every crawl, a dull ache would emanate from the bones beneath the pads, constantly reminding her of her identity—not human, but pet; not a goddess, but a bitch. Her hands were encased in specially made latex gloves, the black latex tightly wrapping her palms, forcing her five fingers into a clenched fist. The gloves were designed with extreme precision, with silicone padding filling the palms, making it impossible for her fingers to open, leaving them in that helpless, dog-paw-like posture. Even more malicious was that metal rings on the outside of the gloves were connected to the knots of the Shibari binding on her body by thin chains. Every time she crawled, every time her arms moved, those chains would tug at the ropes, tightening and rubbing the knots on her chest and private parts— Bringing unavoidable stimulation. The Shibari was a masterpiece personally woven for her by Blood Demon Blade. Rough hemp rope started from her neck, splitting into two strands at her collarbone, extending downwards over her shoulders. Those two strands met at the base of her breasts, forming a tight loop that cinched her full breasts from the root, making those already proud mounds even fuller and more swollen. There were additional knots above her breasts—diamond-shaped, crisscrossed, intertwined—those ropes divided her breast flesh into several sections, her snow-white skin squeezing out from the gaps in the ropes, presenting a morbid, erotic beauty. Her nipples were faintly rubbed by the ropes, constantly kept engorged and swollen, showing an alluring deep pink in the sunlight. The Shibari ropes extended downwards from her chest, tightening at her waist, outlining her slender waist. Then they continued downwards, forming a complex diamond mesh at her lower abdomen, finally converging into a T-shaped crotch rope that passed through the very center of her private parts, deeply embedding itself in her perineum. That T-shaped crotch rope was the most terrifying existence. Its width was just right—not so wide as to completely cover, nor so thin as to cut into flesh—but just enough to separate her labia, pressing those two soft fleshy petals to either side of the rope. The rope also had several deliberately woven knots, positioned exactly at her most sensitive points—the clitoris, the urethral opening, the vaginal opening… With every step, with every crawl, those knots would rub against her sensitive points. Continuous, inescapable stimulation. And in the deepest part of her butt crack, the furry dog tail butt plug was deeply embedded in her anus. The surface of the plug was covered with soft yet sharp small spikes, which scraped against the intestinal wall with her crawling movements, bringing an itch that penetrated to the bone. The end of the plug was connected to a real animal tail, fluffy and soft, gently swaying in the sunlight with her movements—whenever she felt "comfortable" or "satisfied," her buttocks would involuntarily twitch, causing the tail to sway, a shameful instinct trained by Blood Demon Blade through countless orgasms. The pair of ears were made of some special material, fluffy and erect, looking just like real dog ears. Even more terrifying was that the pair of ears could feel touch—when someone stroked or kneaded those ears, Su Muxue could genuinely feel the sensation. This design made her look like a real female dog from any angle. The metal collar around her neck further defined her "identity." The collar was silver, its surface polished to a shine. At the front of the collar hung a metal tag, engraved with six characters in exquisite font— "Slutty Flesh Bitch" I cannot just lie here and do nothing. Once the thought took root, it became impossible to ignore. She was a goddess. Even though her divine power was sealed, even though her body had been thoroughly tamed, even though she was now nothing more than a "bitch" crawling on the ground— Her soul, her will, had not yet been completely broken. While the hunter's attention was entirely focused on Ariel, Su Muxue began to move stealthily. Her movements were severely restricted by the turtle shell binding and the K9 harness. Her limbs were folded and bound, forcing her to crawl slowly on her knees and elbows; with every inch she moved, the binding tightened, and the knots would grind against her sensitive spots, bringing waves of pleasure that were impossible to ignore. The pink leash was still attached to her collar, but the other end had fallen to the ground—Ariel had accidentally let go of it when she was hoisted up by the spider silk. This was her only chance. I have to escape... I have to get out of here and find someone to save Ariel... This is the only thing I can do right now... She crawled slowly on her knees and elbows, moving as gently and silently as possible. With every crawl, the knots of the turtle shell binding would rub against her clitoris, and the T-strap would grind against her labia, sending waves of shameful pleasure. Her pussy was already soaked, and her nectar flowed down her inner thighs, leaving a thin trail of moisture on the ground. The dog tail butt plug rotated slowly within her intestines as she crawled, its soft little spikes scraping against her sensitive inner walls, bringing a tingling stimulation that filled her with both fear and desire. With every stimulation, the furry tail behind her hips would instinctively wag—a reaction ingrained in her body by countless training sessions with the Blood Demon Blade, one she couldn't control. No... don't... She desperately suppressed the moans threatening to escape her lips. I can't make a sound... I can't let that man find out... She gritted her teeth, using all her willpower to endure the damnable pleasure, and continued to crawl deeper into the woods. Her knees scraped against the rough ground, sending waves of pain; her elbows supported her body weight, her muscles beginning to ache and swell; her breasts sagged against her chest under the restraint of the turtle shell binding, and with every movement, they rubbed against the ground, her nipples becoming red and swollen. But she couldn't afford to care about that. Escape... I must escape... "No... Don't use that thing... But she couldn't speak, only let out muffled whimpers. "Mmm... mmm..." Orion ignored her protests. He roughly reached out and tore at the glowing 'thread of shame' between her legs—a thread that had been digging into the center of her flesh, now bringing a faint sting and friction-induced pleasure as it was ripped away. "Ah..." Ariel moaned uncontrollably. Then, she saw Orion aim one end of the device at her entrance. The tip of the thing was rounded, but covered in tiny granules and raised magical runes. In the dim light, it gleamed with a moist sheen, as if coated in some viscous liquid. "No—! Woo woo—!" Ariel struggled desperately, her body recoiling, but the iron chain holding her collar tautly pulled her back. She couldn't escape, couldn't dodge, and could only watch as the cold device pressed against her softest, most private entrance. "Go in." Orion's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable weight. He pushed hard. "Aaaah—!!" The thick, long device breached her fragile defenses, inching its way into her body. The magical runes scraped against her sensitive inner walls, bringing a strange, electric stimulation—not pure pain, nor pure pleasure, but a deep, soul-piercing invasion. It's too big... It's gone too deep... Straight to the cervix... Ariel's tears instantly welled up, her body trembling violently under the restraint of the chain. She could feel the thing expanding and rotating inside her, the faint glow of the magical runes shining through the semi-transparent material, casting her lower abdomen in a lewd, purplish-red hue. Before she could even adjust to the sensation, Orion had already aimed the other end of the device at Su Muxue. "Mmm—!" Su Muxue's body stiffened for a moment, but she didn't resist. She knew resistance was futile—her body had long lost the ability to fight back. She simply closed her eyes, bit her lip, and let the cold device press against her entrance. The same push. The same muffled groan. The same tremor. Now, the two women were connected by this device, like some bizarre symbiotic organism. The purplish-red light flowed between them, the magical runes shimmering faintly, as if building a bridge of resonance. "Begin." Orion pressed the switch on the device. "Bzzzz—" A low, vibrating sound echoed in the basement. Then— "Aaaah—!!"