The Witch's World of Bondage

The world in her dream was a vast expanse of white. She stood there, clad in a thin, white nightgown, looking around with a sense of bewilderment. Suddenly, the entire world seemed to tremble. Xian Ling cried out in panic, trying to flee but finding her legs unresponsive. Losing her balance, she tumbled to the ground. "Ah! What is this...?" Xian Ling looked down at her legs in terror. Beneath the ultra-thin, sheer nude stockings, her delicate ankles were bound with four or five neat loops of rope, secured with a knot in the middle. "What's happening to my feet?!" Xian Ling struggled to twist her stocking-clad feet, but the ropes held fast. Tears welled up in her eyes from frustration. She quickly reached out with her hands to untie the ropes binding her feet, but in the next moment, she discovered her knees were also bound together in the same manner. Xian Ling reached out to touch the ropes, only to find they seemed to be a single, seamless entity, with no discernible end. This terrified her. She looked around in fear as the white world shook more violently, even the sky cracking open in several places. "Damn it! Help! Help!" Xian Ling cried out helplessly. Seeing no one respond, she knew she had to rely on herself. With a push from her hands, Xian Ling struggled to stand up. With her legs bound together, she could only hop forward. With each hop, she felt another loop of rope added to her legs, until her long, stocking-clad legs were twisted into segments like braided dough. "Ah!" Xian Ling suddenly felt a tightening around her waist, and her most intimate area between her legs was violently assaulted. She looked down to see a rope passing from her waist downwards, tightly constricting her delicate clitoris. A strange pleasure surged from her lower body. Xian Ling's face flushed, and she could no longer hop. She saw that the rope between her legs was adorned with large knots. Every time she hopped forward, the moving knots would furiously rub against her clitoris. "Damn it!" Xian Ling was thoroughly tormented by these knots. When she tried to reach out again, she found her hands had been tied behind her back at some point. Starting from her wrists, a rope was tightly wound four times, binding her arms together, with two more loops quickly tightened and knotted in the middle. Then, Xian Ling felt her elbows being bound in the same way. This resulted in her arms being tied behind her back in a Y-shape, causing immense discomfort. "Mmm?!" The ropes binding her shoulders to her upper arms pulled backward forcefully, forcing her to arch her proud, ample breasts forward. Beneath the thin white slip, a hint of blush could be seen on her chest. "Mmmph? Mmmph mmmph!!!" Xian Ling tried to call for help, but she felt her teeth clamped around a large, elastic silicone ball. The springy ball prevented her from closing her mouth, and the tie behind her head kept her from spitting it out. Her cries for help were muffled into helpless "mmmph" sounds by the gag. More ropes appeared out of nowhere, quickly dividing into two sets, a total of six ropes tightly encircling Xian Ling's breasts. Then, a horizontal rope tightened vertically around the ropes binding her chest, forcing her round, ample breasts into an inverted figure-eight shape. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!! Mmmph waaaah!!!" Xian Ling screamed in panicked collapse, falling to the ground. Her feet seemed to be pulled taut by a rope, forcing her to lie prone on the ground. The rope pulled her legs to the knot on her back, forcing her into an arched position. Now completely unable to move or speak, Xian Ling looked around helplessly and anxiously as the world gradually collapsed. The empty space echoed with the girl's helpless, desperate moans and gasps. ... "Ahhh!!!" Xian Ling suddenly sat up in bed, sweat soaking her pillow. Her disheveled hair and pale face made her look even more pitiable. "What... was that a nightmare?" Xian Ling threw off the covers, looking at her own body with disbelief. Seeing her free hands and stocking-clad feet, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Wait, these rope marks..." Xian Ling then noticed faint red marks on her wrists and ankles, clearly the marks left by tight rope bindings. Confused, Xian Ling decided to get up and ask others if anything strange had happened. She slipped her slender, stocking-clad legs into the pink slippers by the bed and walked out of the bedroom. "Strange, where did everyone go?" Xian Ling looked around the empty room in confusion. The large Witch's House was completely empty except for her. Shuang'er and Celia were nowhere to be found. "Did they already leave?" Xian Ling hurried to the main entrance of the Witch's House, but when she tried to open the door, she was still repelled by a special force. The door simply wouldn't open. "Never mind, I'll see if there's anything else in the room." Unable to leave, Xian Ling returned to her room, searching for any clues they might have left behind. As Xian Ling rummaged through drawers and cabinets, a book caught her eye. The cover bore the large title, "How to Bind a Girl." "What the heck is this?!" Xian Ling muttered. She couldn't help but recall her strange dream, her pretty face flushing slightly. The feeling of helplessness and panic from being bound by ropes resurfaced in her mind. Although she initially intended to throw the book away, Xian Ling inexplicably opened the first page. On the first page was a picture of a cute girl in a white sports top and red shorts. What made Xian Ling blush furiously was that the girl's delicate body was bound and restrained by several flaxen ropes. The plump "Huh?? What is this thing?!" As soon as Xianling entered the tunnel, she vaguely saw many things scattered on the ground. When she looked closely, it was a pile of ropes and a few small rose-red balls. Based on what she had learned from the book "How to Bind a Girl"... these should be called gags, right? Beside them were several bottles of what looked like knockout drugs. Wasn't this a complete set of kidnapping supplies! Without time to think about why these things were here, Xianling picked up a few bundles of rope and the gags and continued towards the other end of the tunnel. Just as she was nearing the exit, Xianling faintly heard two women talking outside. Xianling cautiously leaned against the wall, eavesdropping. "Sigh, did you hear that? It sounds like a fierce woman broke in, took down a lot of guards, and is now fighting with Lady Vera to a standstill," one woman said. "Ah?! Really? Someone can actually fight Lady Vera to a standstill?! Forget it, forget it. The two of us little maids shouldn't get involved," the other replied. Fortunately, it was just two maids. If they had been those burly guards, she probably would have had to make a hasty retreat. Xianling tiptoed out of the tunnel. The exit was inside a cabinet. Through the gap, Xianling could see two women dressed as maids pressed against the door, peering outside, completely oblivious to what was happening behind them. Hiding in the shadows behind the cabinet, Xianling observed the two maids. Their attention was entirely focused on the outside. Xianling knew this was her best opportunity to act. While they were distracted, she would sneak up and knock them out. Xianling moved with light steps, silently approaching the maids. Then, she quickly took out a handkerchief soaked in knockout drug from her pocket and covered the mouths and noses of the maids, one by one. After a brief struggle, the two maids' bodies gradually weakened, and they finally lost consciousness. "They're too clumsy..." Xianling couldn't help but mutter. Everything had gone too smoothly, leaving her momentarily speechless. "Whatever, no time to think about it. Let's tie up these two maids first." Xianling constantly recalled the "improper tutorial" from "How to Bind a Girl" and prepared to put the binding techniques into practice. First, she crossed the two maids' hands behind their backs and used rope to wrap around their wrists three times horizontally and three times vertically, tying their hands tightly together. Then, she brought the rope from behind to the front, continuing to bind the maids' upper arms and chests together, rendering their arms completely immobile. Xianling continued to manipulate the rope, pulling it from the maids' backs to their lower halves, tightly binding their thighs and calves together so they couldn't stand or walk. To ensure they couldn't escape, Xianling tied a knot at each of their knees and elbows. Finally, Xianling removed the two maids' stockings and carefully stuffed them into their mouths. This was to prevent them from making too much noise and also served as a form of humiliation. To ensure the stockings wouldn't slip out of their mouths, Xianling took out two more gags and stuffed them into the maids' lips, tying the straps of the gags tightly behind their heads. Xianling knew this wasn't the time to admire her "masterpiece." According to the agreement with the woman named Yuna, she needed to sneak around to the back and find an opportunity to ambush that detestable female guard captain! At the same time, Xianling's heart was pounding. Yuna had better hold on until she arrived! If Yuna was defeated and tied up before she got there, Xianling would definitely make a run for it! ... Xianling stealthily made her way to the guard hall, the sounds of intense fighting reaching her ears. She cautiously peered through a gap and saw two figures locked in combat: the guard captain Vera and Yuna. Vera, clad in a tight-fitting suit, was agile, her long sword flashing with a cold glint like a venomous snake, exuding power and speed. Yuna, though seemingly light, was clearly struggling against Vera's fierce onslaught. Xianling stealthily made her way to the guard hall, the sounds of intense fighting reaching her ears. She cautiously peered through a gap and saw two figures locked in combat: the guard captain Vera and Yuna. Vera, clad in a purple tight-fitting suit, was agile, her long sword flashing with a cold glint like a venomous snake, her attacks astonishing in speed and power. Yuna, wearing light red armor, appeared to be struggling. Vera's swordsmanship was sharp and her movements swift and precise. She leaped to the side, thrusting her sword towards Yuna's shoulder. Yuna hastily dodged, but her clothing was still grazed by the blade, leaving a bloody mark. "I didn't expect you to be so good at running. Let's see how you run now!" Forced into a corner, Yuna showed a wry smile on her pretty face. "Heh heh, you're really strong. I underestimated you..." Before she could finish speaking, Vera attacked again. Vera swung her sword directly at Yuna's chest. Yuna had to quickly raise her short sword to block, but the force of the blow made her wrist go slightly numb. Seizing the opportunity, Vera pressed forward, her long sword sweeping horizontally. Yuna managed to dodge to the side, but was still grazed by the sword's energy, tearing her clothes at the waist. Yuna gritted her teeth, suppressing the pain, and her short sword swiftly counterattacked, stabbing towards Vera's abdomen. However, Vera's body flashed, lightly evading the strike, and with a backhand swing, she chopped downwards. Yuna was forced to cross her swords to defend, sparks flying before her. Yuna could no longer withstand Vera's attack and was forcefully pushed to the ground. Vera, without hesitation, grabbed the rope at her waist and quickly began to bind Yuna. Yuna struggled frantically, trying to escape Vera's control. Her violent struggles made it difficult for Vera to get a grip on the rope. Xianling, crouching behind, picked up a wooden stick from the ground and poked her head out, signaling Yuna to do her best to attract Vera's attention and help her find an opportunity. Noticing Xianling's action, Yuna immediately understood. She deliberately feigned weakness, allowing Vera to find an opening. Vera successfully forced Yuna's hands behind her back, and the rope quickly wrapped around her slender wrists. Yuna felt the tightening of the rope, her skin beginning to ache. Vera tied a knot around Yuna's wrists, ensuring she couldn't easily break free. Then, Vera forcefully pulled Yuna's hands up and secured them behind her back, rendering her completely immobile. And while Vera was focused on binding Yuna, Xianling raised the wooden stick high and forcefully struck Vera on the back of the head. The immense force made Vera feel dizzy, but she didn't immediately pass out. "What?! Your head is so hard!!" Xianling was shocked. She saw Vera stand up, clutching her head with a ferocious expression, and immediately panicked, wanting to escape. Vera, enraged, ignored Yuna on the ground and turned to chase in the direction Xianling was fleeing. However, this gave Yuna an opportunity, as she had only pretended to be weak and unable to resist. Although her upper body was tightly bound, her alluring legs, encased in gray pantyhose, found an opening and forcefully tripped Vera, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground just a few steps away. Yuna immediately seized the chance, twisting her bound body to quickly get up. As Vera was in pain from her successive injuries, Yuna, wearing gray-stockinged high heels, delivered another kick with her long, beautiful legs. "Ugh!! You two bastards!!" Vera screamed in pain. She tried to get up, but Yuna's body pressed down on her, pinning her. Yuna's bound upper body remained tense, the ropes digging deeply into her skin, making her movements somewhat clumsy. She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to press down on Vera, preventing her from resisting. Vera desperately pushed against the ground with her hands, trying to gain leverage to stand. However, Yuna was not to be outdone. She used her unbound legs to tightly wrap around Vera's waist, preventing her from standing. Vera's struggles agitated Yuna, causing her body to rise and fall with Vera's movements, creating a scene that was both sensual and chaotic. Xianling stopped when she heard the screams from behind and looked back. Yuna, who was struggling to suppress Vera, let out a frustrated cry, "What are you still standing there for?! Get the rope!" "Huh?! Oh... Oh!" Xianling finally reacted and rushed towards Vera's waist, pulling out another rope. Her fingers trembled slightly from nervousness, but she knew she couldn't hesitate now. Xianling picked up the rope, folded it in half, and placed it behind Vera's neck. She clumsily brought the two ends of the rope forward, under Vera's armpits, and then back behind her. Next, Xianling wrapped the rope around Vera's upper arms four times each. The rope continued down her arms, evenly wrapping around her forearms, also four times, until it reached her wrists, where the two ropes converged into one. Xianling forcefully pulled Vera's hands behind her back, crossing her wrists. She seemed a bit flustered, tying a cross knot at her wrists with the rope. Then, Xianling threaded the remaining rope through the rope behind her neck and slowly pulled it down, while simultaneously lifting Vera's hands with her other hand until her fingers almost touched the rope behind her neck before stopping. She nervously wrapped the rope around her wrists and tied a knot. Next, Xianling wrapped the rope downwards to the right, through Vera's upper right arm, then around her back, past her upper left arm, and back to her upper right arm. She was clearly not very skilled, her movements slightly clumsy. After wrapping it three times this way, the rope returned from her upper left arm to her wrists, and she tied another knot. Xianling slowly tightened the rope, bringing Vera's arms closer together. Finally, Xianling wrapped the excess rope downwards around the parallel rope connecting the arms, then wrapped it upwards around Vera's wrists three times, tightening the rope again and tying a knot at her wrists. Vera struggled continuously, trying to break free, but under Yuna's restraint, she was completely unable to move. Yuna pressed down hard on Vera, ensuring she couldn't resist, while Xianling nervously completed the binding. "You two bastards!! I'll kill you!! Let me go!! Ahhh!!" Vera twisted her delicate body in shame and anger, her legs kicking the ground incessantly, trying to use the ground's reaction force to stand up. She forcefully twisted her waist, hoping to find a sliver of space to escape, but every movement was promptly suppressed by Yuna. Yuna urged, "Hurry, her legs too!!" "I know, I know!" Fortunately, Xianling had gained some experience from binding the two maids earlier, otherwise, she wouldn't even be able to tie a tight knot. Xianling picked up the rope and looked at Vera's kicking and shaking black-stockinged beautiful legs. Seizing an opportunity, she carefully restrained Vera's tender ankles, forcing her to bring her beautiful legs together. Xianling picked up a long rope, folded it in half, and placed it around Vera's waist. She wrapped it around her slender waist twice, tying a knot at her lower back to secure the position. Vera's struggles made Xianling's movements even more tense, but she persisted with the binding. Then, Xianling pulled one end of the rope downwards, starting from Vera's thighs, and wrapped it layer by layer. She tried to keep her hands steady, but her movements still appeared somewhat unskillful. The rope passed around the top of her thighs, over and under her knees, and finally wrapped tightly around her ankles. With each wrap, she increased the tension, ensuring the rope securely bound Vera's legs. Vera tried to break free with her legs, but Xianling tightly gripped her ankles. After securing the rope at her ankles, she pulled the other end of the rope upwards, through the rope binding her thighs, and then back to her ankles to tighten it. This forced Vera's lower legs to press against her thighs, forming a tight bend. Xianling wrapped the rope around Vera's thighs and ankles three more times, then horizontally passed it through the already bound rope, bringing her lower and upper legs as close together as possible. Although her movements were not skillful, with Yuna's help, the binding effect gradually became apparent. Finally, Xianling tied a knot at her ankles, ensuring the entire binding process was secure. Vera was finally completely restrained, her legs pressed together, unable to resist any further. Xianling's heartbeat gradually steadied. Looking at the completed binding, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. "How can this woman be so strong... Phew... I'm exhausted..." Yuna was also quite tired. She released her gray-stockinged beautiful legs that had been pressing Vera down, but as she looked back at Xianling's "masterpiece" of binding, she couldn't help but be speechless. She urged, "Hurry and untie me! Your binding technique is terrible! You won't be able to hold this woman for long!" "Oh, okay!" Xianling sheepishly rubbed her head. She had learned these binding methods from that book, but actually performing them was quite different. The key, originally unremarkable, now emitted a dazzling light, as if a mysterious power surged within it. The seven-colored radiance illuminated the entire room, reflecting on Xian Ling's listlessly hanging body, making her appear like a sleeping goddess. "I knew it! You've been hiding something!!" Xuan Xuan's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she slowly approached Xian Ling, wanting to get a closer look at the key's transformation, yet fearing to touch this mysterious power. The moment Xuan Xuan cautiously attempted to touch the key, it suddenly burst forth with countless seven-colored lights, scattering in all directions, transforming into strands of seven-colored ropes that swiftly flew towards Xuan Xuan. Her eyes widened in terror, and her body involuntarily retreated, but the ropes were too fast, instantly coiling around her wrists and ankles. The seven-colored ropes circled Xuan Xuan, moving quickly and precisely like serpents. She felt an invisible force lift her from the ground, forcing her body to flip downwards. The ropes spontaneously wrapped around her delicate neck, securing it gently but firmly, as if warning her of her inescapable predicament. The ends of the ropes then moved downwards, looping under Xuan Xuan's armpits and returning to her back, wrapping evenly around her upper arms four times each. The ropes continued down her arms, winding evenly around her forearms until both ends met at her wrists, merging into a single, solid rope. Xuan Xuan tried to struggle, but her hands were pulled upwards and crossed, bound tightly by the ropes in a crisscross pattern. The ropes slowly tightened, pulling her wrists higher and higher, her fingers almost touching the rope around her neck. No matter how hard she strained, she couldn't break free from the relentless restraint. The ropes knotted around her wrists, ensuring her hands were completely immobilized. Subsequently, the ropes continued their mission, looping around Xuan Xuan's right upper arm and passing between her arm and back, then around her left upper arm before returning to her right upper arm. After three such wraps, the ropes returned from her left upper arm to her wrists, knotting and tightening again, drawing her arms closer and closer until they were completely unable to separate. The remaining rope continued downwards, wrapping around the parallel ropes connecting her arms, then upwards around her wrists three times, finally knotting at her wrists to ensure the binding was secure. The ropes moved swiftly and precisely, completely immobilizing Xuan Xuan. She felt the force of the ropes but was powerless to resist. Xuan Xuan was forced to flip face-up, and another rope was tightened at her wrists, then looped around her chest, wrapping four times above and below her high-raised breasts. The rope then returned to her wrists, slowly tightening and knotting securely. The remaining rope went upwards around Xuan Xuan's left shoulder, down to her chest, weaving through the four strands below her cleavage, then upwards through the four strands above her breasts, repeating this three times before finally tightening at the cleavage, causing the ropes on her chest to dig deeper into her skin and her breasts to appear even more prominent and erect. Xuan Xuan's breasts became fuller under the pressure of the ropes, their alluring contours revealed beneath the taut cords. The stimulation from the ropes made her moan uncontrollably, her body trembling slightly, her breathing becoming rapid. The ropes continued their work, folding in half, with one end wrapping twice around her slender waist, knotting at her lower back, while the other end traveled downwards, forming an "8" pattern around her thighs, upper knees, lower knees, and ankles for reinforcement, finally tightening and securing at her ankles. Finally, the seven-colored ropes extended from Xuan Xuan's ankles, weaving upwards through the ropes binding her upper thighs, then returning to her ankles to tighten, pressing her lower legs against her thighs. The remaining rope wrapped three times between her thighs and ankles, horizontally tightening the ropes, bringing her upper and lower legs as close together as possible. The remaining rope was knotted at her ankles, rendering Xuan Xuan completely immobile. "Ahhh!! What the hell are these ghost ropes!! Ahhh! How dare you tie me up!!! Ahhh! It hurts!!" Xuan Xuan's cries were filled with anger and helplessness as she desperately tried to struggle, attempting to break free from these restraints. However, the ropes dug into her skin like iron hoops, bringing not only pain but also the terror of being unable to escape. No matter how she twisted her body, the pressure of the ropes only intensified, as if mocking her powerlessness. Her small hands were hoisted behind her back, and she desperately fumbled, trying to find a loose spot. However, the ropes were designed with unparalleled ingenuity, leaving her no opportunity. Her fingers slid helplessly behind her back, never touching any knot that could be undone. This feeling of powerlessness plunged her into deeper despair, as if trapped in an endless cage, surrounded by insurmountable iron walls. As she struggled, the ropes rubbed against her skin, causing waves of stinging pain and burning heat. Her arms were hoisted high, her wrists crossed and bound tightly behind her, each tightening of the ropes making her movements more difficult. The rope around her neck held her head firmly in place, her breathing becoming rapid and heavy. Her chest became fuller under the ropes' compression, its high curves appearing particularly alluring within the confines, while this helplessness added a hint of pain and despair to her eyes. "Ahhh!! Let me go!!" Xuan Xuan's voice was filled with helplessness, her struggles becoming more violent, but the ropes, as if alive, bound her ever more tightly. Her legs were firmly tied by the ropes, from her thighs to her ankles, all tightly wrapped. No matter how she twisted, the force of the ropes never lessened; instead, it held her more tightly in place. Her skin gradually turned red under the ropes' pressure, sweat dripping from her forehead, mingling with her fear and despair. "Damn Xian Ling!! Attacking the detectives of Yougu City is an even greater crime!!" Xuan Xuan looked at the unconscious Xian Ling before her, her anger almost burning her to ashes. Her voice echoed in the air, filled with fury and unwillingness. Despite her desperate roars, it was futile; her voice sank like a stone into the sea, receiving no response. Xuan Xuan's heart was filled with anger and helplessness. Seeing Xian Ling lying unconscious and unharmed before her, while she herself was bound by these seven-colored ropes and unable to move, this contrast only fueled her rage. Her eyes held a deep hatred as she stared at Xian Ling's innocent face, as if intending to tear her apart with her gaze. "It's all this damn key's fault!!" Xuan Xuan quickly understood the reason behind it. She glared angrily at the peculiar key, but at this moment, her thighs and calves were folded and bound together, forcing her into a shameful kneeling position beside Xian Ling. Her legs were tightly bound, unable to straighten, and her body was forced to maintain this humiliating posture. She tried hard to stretch her head forward, attempting to reach the key with her mouth. The rope around her neck restricted her range of motion. Although she stretched her neck with all her might, the key seemed perpetually out of her reach. Her face flushed slightly from the effort, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her cheeks flushed red with anger and shame. However, just as the situation became extremely awkward and lewd, Xuan Xuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, a thought crossing her mind. She noticed that Xian Ling's head was tilted backward, which pulled the peculiar key backward, making it impossible for her to reach it. After a moment of thought, she realized that if she could make Xian Ling change her posture and lower her head, the key would fall within her reach. But Xian Ling was already in a daze, and with her hands bound, she couldn't help change her position. For now, a ridiculous and lewd idea flashed through Xuan Xuan's mind, but there was no better option at the moment. Xuan Xuan took a deep breath, realizing that the only intimate part of Xian Ling she could easily reach was her alluring honey pot, exposed due to her legs being spread, folded, and bound. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she had no other choice. She knew this was her only chance, and she had to overcome her inner shame and take action. Xuan Xuan's heart pounded like a drum. She took a deep breath, suppressing her inner shame and nervousness, and slowly lowered her head into Xian Ling's skirt. The sight before her made her cheeks flush, the heat quickly spreading throughout her body. Xian Ling's honey pot appeared particularly alluring in her bound posture, slightly flushed. She tremblingly extended her tongue, gently touching the entrance of Xian Ling's honey pot. In that moment, she felt an unprecedented stimulation and shame. The sensation from her tongue made her heart beat even faster. She closed her eyes, abandoning thought, and focused on the task at hand. Xuan Xuan's tongue gently glided over the entrance of Xian Ling's honey pot, sending a tingling sensation. Her movements were cautious, trying not to be too nervous. As her tongue slid, Xian Ling's body trembled slightly, seemingly responding unconsciously to the stimulation. Xuan Xuan felt this, and a faint hope began to rise in her heart; she knew her method was working. Xian Ling's body was particularly sensitive at this moment, her slight tremors conveying her unconscious response. Xuan Xuan's tongue slid over the entrance of her honey pot, feeling the warmth and moisture of Xian Ling's skin. Her movements became more practiced, her tongue playfully teasing, bringing waves of pleasurable numbness. The absurd thought in her mind had become firm; she knew she had to persevere. As time passed, Xuan Xuan's tongue continued to slide over the entrance of Xian Ling's honey pot, the stimulation gradually deepening. Her body trembled slightly from the continuous movement, but she maintained her rhythm. Xian Ling's response became more pronounced, and the moisture at the entrance of her honey pot became more evident, as if responding to Xuan Xuan's licking. "Damn it, she's reacting so much but still hasn't lowered her head, really!!" Xuan Xuan was filled with shame and annoyance, but she had no choice. She had to suppress her shame and continue trying to stimulate Xian Ling's intimate parts. She took a deep breath, adjusted slightly, and decided to increase the intensity. Her tongue once again entered the entrance of Xian Ling's honey pot, this time sucking more forcefully. Her lips and tongue gently glided over the entrance, licking every inch of skin, bringing waves of pleasurable numbness. Her tongue flexibly swirled around the entrance of Xian Ling's honey pot, trying to find the most sensitive spot to provide the most direct stimulation. Xian Ling's delicate body trembled more violently at this moment. In her unconscious state, she let out soft moans with each of Xuan Xuan's sucks. Xuan Xuan's tongue continuously slid over the entrance of Xian Ling's honey pot, the stimulation causing Xian Ling's body to respond involuntarily, each gentle lick and suck making Xian Ling's delicate body tremble slightly. Xian Ling's soft moans became more pronounced with Xuan Xuan's sucking, and her body's tremors became more violent. Her legs were unable to move due to being bound, but the rest of her body became increasingly sensitive under this stimulation. The pleasure brought by Xuan Xuan's lips and tongue made her body respond uncontrollably, and in her unconscious state, she was completely immersed in this endless pleasure. Soon, Xian Ling let out a high-pitched moan of pleasure and release. With this moan, a large amount of love fluid gushed from her lower body. Xuan Xuan was caught off guard by this sudden development, her cheeks instantly flushing red, filled with shame and indignation. The love fluid poured out like a spring, carrying a strong sweet fragrance, even directly entering Xuan Xuan's mouth. She felt the warmth and sweetness of the love fluid, her throat tightening slightly from the sweet liquid, but she knew she couldn't retreat now. Having come this far, giving up would only render her previous efforts in vain. Xuan Xuan gritted her teeth, secretly resolving not to be defeated by shame and disgust. She continued to slide her tongue over the entrance of Xian Ling's honey pot, her tongue skillfully teasing Xian Ling's most sensitive spot. Xuan Xuan's tongue continuously slid over the entrance of Xian Ling's honey pot, her movements becoming more forceful and skilled. She felt Xian Ling's body tremble more with her touch, and the moisture at the entrance of her honey pot became more evident. Her lips and tongue combined intimately, bringing endless pleasure, making Xian Ling's body increasingly sensitive unconsciously. She did not shy away from the love fluid that entered her mouth but resolutely continued her actions. With Xuan Xuan's licking and sucking, Xian Ling's body trembled continuously, her soft moans growing louder. Xuan Xuan felt Xian Ling gradually reaching the peak of pleasure under her stimulation. Her tongue skillfully swirled around the entrance of her honey pot, bringing escalating pleasure, the sensation between her lips and tongue delicate and lasting. Xian Ling's delicate body gradually succumbed to endless pleasure under the stimulation of Xuan Xuan's lips and tongue. Her body tensed, her voice filled with intense pleasure and release. At this final moment, Xuan Xuan's tongue increased its force, sliding rapidly over the entrance of Xian Ling's honey pot, bringing deeper stimulation. Her lips and tongue combined more intimately, the pleasure causing Xian Ling's body to completely relax, finally reaching its peak with a high-pitched moan. After reaching climax again, Xian Ling finally relaxed completely in the endless pleasure. Her body no longer tensed, and her head drooped. Her breathing gradually stabilized, a blush appearing on her cheeks, making her look incredibly alluring. Seeing this, Xuan Xuan felt a surge of joy, but it was followed by another challenge. The key did not fall to the ground as she had hoped, but instead slid into the cleavage of Xian Ling's high and full breasts. A bandit's finger probed Xian Ling's mouth, tearing at her lips with force, causing a stinging pain. Her saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, falling to the ground with a faint sound. Another bandit's fingers roamed her back, squeezing her waist with a grip that brought unbearable pain. "Heh heh! What are we going to do with you? Of course, we'll do as you wish and make you a bandit's woman~~~" The bandit leader leered, straddling Xian Ling's waist. Her body was pinned by his immense weight, rendering her unable to resist. Then, Xian Ling felt her hands being pulled back behind her neck, the intense pain forcing a scream from her. The bandit leader tightly gripped Xian Ling's wrists with one large hand, while the other swiftly produced a specially made rope and began to wrap it around her bound hands. He tied her wrists together seven or eight times, the rope biting deeply into her fair skin. Then, he hoisted the rope binding her wrists upwards, securing it tightly around Xian Ling's neck. Any slight twist of her wrists would tighten the rope around her throat, making it difficult to breathe. The bandit leader tightly grasped Xian Ling's wrists with one large hand, while the other swiftly produced a specially made dragon tendon rope and began to wrap it around her bound hands. He tied her wrists together seven or eight times, the rope biting deeply into her fair skin. Then, he hoisted the rope binding her wrists upwards, securing it tightly around Xian Ling's neck. Any slight twist of her wrists would tighten the rope around her throat, making it difficult to breathe. "Mmmph mmmph uh ah ah?! Bastard?! Let me go!!! Ugh~!" Xian Ling cried out, her voice filled with rage and shame. The bandit leader's hands had already reached beneath her soft breasts, his fingers roaming wantonly over her chest, feeling her softness and elasticity. Xian Ling's breasts were deliberately groped by the bandit leader, filling her with shame and anger. Before she could even curse him a few times, he quickly used the rope to tightly bind her breasts, dividing them into upper and lower sections. Xian Ling cried out in pain as the rope constricted her breasts, causing her immense suffering. The bandit leader's hands throbbed with pain from Xian Ling's earlier flames, and he grimaced with each forceful movement, yet he still used all his strength to bind her breasts even tighter. Finally, he connected the ropes binding her chest to the ones binding her arms, completely immobilizing her breasts and arms. Any struggle would cause the ropes to dig painfully into the base of her breasts, leaving her in agony. The bandit leader was still not satisfied. After binding Xian Ling's chest, he continued to wrap the rope around her slender waist. The rope formed a complex diamond pattern at her abdomen, cinching her waist tightly and accentuating her curves. The bandit leader pulled the rope tighter, admiring the helpless yet alluring sight of the bound Xian Ling. "Mmm... No, don't!!!" Xian Ling moaned weakly, trying to stop the bandit leader's actions, but her hands were bound behind her, rendering her completely defenseless. The touch of the rope left a cold, stinging sensation on her skin. As the rope tightened, her abdomen slightly bulged against the constriction, creating a suffocating pressure. While Xian Ling was distracted, the bandit leader suddenly lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her flawless, pale thighs and taut abdomen. Xian Ling's face instantly turned crimson. She gritted her teeth in shame and anger, trying to cover her private parts with her legs, but the other bandits were already molesting her thighs, making it impossible for her to close them. "Ah... no..." Xian Ling choked out, her voice laced with intense shame and pain. The bandit leader seized the opportunity and threaded the rope deeply into her moist folds and between her buttocks. The sensation caused all her muscles to tense. She felt the rope rubbing against her private parts, bringing an unbearable stimulation and pain. The rope dug deeply into Xian Ling's private parts, causing indescribable, intense pain and shame. Every slight movement of her body caused the rope to rub against her moist folds and clitoris, bringing unbearable stimulation. Her breathing became rapid and erratic, and her delicate skin was covered in a cold sweat. As she struggled, the rope rubbed back and forth against her sensitive areas. Even the slightest tremor caused the rope to shift, bringing a mixed sensation of stinging pain and itching. She felt the rope tightly constricting her moist folds, the rough texture of the rope constantly chafing her tender skin, causing her body to involuntarily tense up. "Ah!!! No!!! Stop!!! Ahhhhhh!!!" Xian Ling moaned softly, her voice filled with helplessness and pain. Her body writhed involuntarily, trying to escape the torment, but the tightening rope rendered her completely immobile. She felt her clitoris being repeatedly rubbed by the rope, causing a tearing pain that almost made her cry. "Wuwu... Ooooh..." Xian Ling's voice grew increasingly hoarse, her throat dry from continuous screaming. The friction of the rope between her moist folds and her rear brought a tearing pain, making her want to jump out of her skin. Xian Ling, who had never known intimacy, had never seen such a vulgar binding method, not even sparing her private parts. The bandit leader clearly had no intention of stopping. He looked at Xian Ling's slender, white-stockinged legs and maliciously added two more loops of rope, ensuring her legs could not be parted. Then, he turned his gaze to Xian Ling's delicate, white-stockinged feet. He smiled maliciously, grabbed her high heels, and slowly, provocatively, removed them from her feet. As the high heels came off her ankles, her crystal-clear toes, encased in white stockings, were revealed. Her toes appeared exceptionally slender and alluring within the silk. The bandit leader, through the stockings, tied her toes together one by one, binding them tightly so they could barely move. Her white-stockinged feet, bound by the rope, looked even more alluring, like a mermaid's tail, pressed together without a single gap, as if they had grown together. "Bastard!! Ahhhh!!!" As the rope tightened, Xian Ling felt her legs being squeezed tighter and tighter. The rope dug deeply into her skin, binding her beautiful, white-stockinged legs even more securely. She tried to struggle, but the tightening rope made it impossible for her legs to move. The binding area throbbed with intense pain, making her legs appear exceptionally fragile under such extreme restraint. The bandit leader watched Xian Ling's struggles with a triumphant smile. He pulled the last rope tight, ensuring her legs were completely fixed. Xian Ling's legs were bound so tightly that there was almost no gap, and the rope dug painfully into her toes. She felt as if all the blood in her body was being squeezed together, her legs appearing even smoother and more vulnerable under this extreme restraint. Her breathing became rapid, and her body trembled slightly from the pain and shame. "Damn, this chick is really something! In just a short while, she's already soaked down there!!" a bandit exclaimed with a lewd grin, his dirty hands already impatiently reaching under Xian Ling's skirt, wantonly kneading her soft private parts. Xian Ling stiffened at this sudden violation, struggling feebly. Her hands were tightly bound behind her, leaving her completely defenseless. She felt those rough fingers rubbing back and forth under her skirt, touching her sensitive areas, her body involuntarily trembling, a blush of shame creeping onto her cheeks. "Hmm? In the dungeon?" Xian Ling stepped out with her black-stockinged legs in high heels and headed towards the dungeon. The closer she got to the dungeon door, the louder the screams and moans became, making Xian Ling blush. "Youna... Youna, are you in there?" Xian Ling knocked on the dungeon door a few times but received no response. She then pushed the dungeon door open, and the shameful, lewd scene that greeted her instantly petrified her. Vera's long golden hair was disheveled, her naked body tightly bound by ropes. Her mouth was gagged with a ball gag, preventing her from making clear sounds. Her wrists were bound together, tied securely behind her back. Her arms were pulled back as far as possible, almost completely restricting her movement. Ropes wrapped from her upper left arm, over her chest, and back to her upper right arm, then through the ropes at her elbows, before looping over her chest again from her right arm and finally returning to her left elbow, tied tightly. Below her breasts, four ropes were wound closely together, finally returning to the knot at her elbows, further constricting her body. Vera's breasts became the focal point of the ropes. Starting from her armpits, ropes wound around her breasts four times, above and below, squeezing her twin peaks together tightly. With every struggle, the ropes dug deeper into her skin, bringing unbearable pain and humiliation. Her breasts appeared fuller and more erect under the pressure of the ropes, her nipples more prominent in the dim dungeon light. Not only that, but Vera was also suspended by a rope attached to her back, leaving her entire body in a posture of pain and humiliation. The rope extended from her back and was secured high above, forcing her upper body to hang suspended. One of her legs, clad in black pantyhose, was also hoisted up, the rope tightly cinching her ankle, pulling her leg high and further unbalancing her body. At this moment, Vera could only manage to touch the ground with her tiptoes on one leg, maintaining her balance. Her toes trembled slightly on the ground, bearing immense pressure, her body swaying uncontrollably as it couldn't fully support itself. Her other leg was hoisted high, making her posture extremely unnatural, and every slight sway brought intense pain. This extremely shameful and uncomfortable posture left Vera's lower body completely exposed. Her private parts were laid bare in this position, completely exposed to the air. She felt a chill emanating from her lower body, and the feeling of shame and humiliation made her cheeks flush crimson. Youna, whom Xian Ling had come to find, was currently holding a large vibrator with great interest, repeatedly thrusting it into Vera's private parts. Vera's legs dangled powerlessly in the air, and her tiptoes, the only part of her body that could barely stand, trembled under the weight of her body. Youna's eyes gleamed with excitement and amusement. She gently flicked the switch of the vibrator, causing it to emit a low hum. Youna slowly brought the vibrator closer to Vera's private parts, feeling her body tremble upon contact. She gently adjusted the vibrator's speed, making it vibrate more intensely, and then mercilessly pressed it against Vera's private parts. The intense vibration instantly spread throughout Vera's entire body, causing her to let out an involuntary, high-pitched moan. Vera's private area trembled under the vibrator's vibrations, as if countless tiny currents were coursing through her body. The intense vibration made her body react uncontrollably, bringing an irresistible pleasure. The vibrator's frequency constantly changed, causing Vera's body to experience different sensations with each vibration. Her private parts gradually became wetter, and glistening arousal fluid splattered everywhere under the stimulation of the vibrations, as if her body had completely lost control in this intense pleasure. She could feel the slippery liquid sliding down her legs, bringing a cool sensation. Youna was clearly not satisfied with the current effect. A cold smile flickered across her face, and she roughly shoved the entire head of the vibrator into Vera's vagina. Vera's body instantly tensed, and her delicate body trembled violently from the sudden intrusion. Her hands were bound tightly behind her, rendering her unable to resist, and she could only helplessly endure this cruel torment. Youna looked at Vera coldly, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. She reached out and gently adjusted the vibrator's control switch, regulating the intensity of the vibration. The vibrator vibrated wildly inside Vera, bringing an unprecedented mix of pleasure and pain. Vera's body writhed uncontrollably under this intense stimulation, emitting intermittent moans. "Are you going to talk or not?! If not, don't blame me for being harsh!" Youna muttered to herself, her fingers skillfully manipulating the vibrator, trying to find a more brutal method of torture. She suddenly thought of a more extreme way, so she wrapped the rope in her hand around Vera's waist again, tightly cinching her waist. Then, she secured one end of the rope to the vibrator and pulled hard, causing the vibrator to embed deeply into Vera's body, unable to be withdrawn. Vera's body arched from the sudden combination of intense pain and pleasure, her entire body almost suspended in mid-air. Her legs were forcibly spread apart, unable to close, and she could only let the vibrator vibrate wildly inside her. To increase Vera's humiliation, Youna also attached two small clamps to her nipples, connected by thin chains. Every time Vera's body trembled from the vibrator's vibrations, these clamps would tug at her nipples, bringing waves of stinging pain. Vera's face was filled with pain and humiliation, tears constantly streaming from the corners of her eyes. "Wuwuwu ahhh!! Ahhh!!" Vera, her mouth gagged with a strange ball gag, let out even more lewd and high-pitched screams, her voice echoing in the room, sounding particularly piercing. Saliva uncontrollably dripped from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her naked chest, forming a wet trail. Her body writhed uncontrollably under the violent vibrations and the tugging of the clamps, her eyes glistening with pain and pleasure. Youna's hand tightly gripped the vibrator inserted into Vera's honey pot, her fingers pressing down hard on it, feeling it thrust back and forth within Vera's wet and tight honey pot. Each insertion and withdrawal brought a strong friction, causing Vera's body to tremble involuntarily. The vibrator's frequency constantly changed within her, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, as if teasing every nerve. Youna's fingers gently pressed on the outside of Vera's honey pot, feeling the vibrations from the vibrator and Vera's reactions. Her fingers slid back and forth inside Vera, feeling the tightness and wetness. Under her guidance, the vibrator continuously accelerated, bringing more intense friction and vibration, causing Vera's body to tremble uncontrollably under this intense stimulation. In the midst of intense pleasure, Vera finally reached orgasm. Her body began to convulse uncontrollably, her naked delicate body trembling non-stop under Youna's control. With an extremely high-pitched and seductive moan, Vera's breathing became rapid and disordered, her entire body seemingly submerged by the waves of pleasure. Her legs involuntarily clamped together, but due to the vibrator's depth and constant vibrations, her legs could only tremble powerlessly, unable to fully close. Her honey pot began to contract violently, as if trying to completely swallow the vibrator. With the arrival of orgasm, her lower body began to gush out a large amount of arousal fluid. The hot flow seemed endless, erupting from the depths of her body. The arousal fluid slid down the roots of her thighs, dripping onto the ground, forming a wet patch. Her arousal fluid became even more viscous and abundant due to the intense orgasm, and the hot flow continuously poured out of her honey pot, bringing endless pleasure and release. Her body trembled in the afterglow of orgasm, her legs slightly parted from the unbearable pleasure. Arousal fluid continuously flowed from her honey pot, moistening her legs and the ground. Her eyes were hazy, her face flushed from the orgasm, her lips slightly parted, her breathing rapid and unstable. Her body reached the peak of relaxation and satisfaction in this intense orgasm. Although it was accompanied by endless shame and humiliation, the pleasure made her unable to extricate herself, completely immersed in this ultimate experience. "That... Vera... Vera, what is this..." Seeing the shameful and lewd scene of torture before her, Xian Ling was utterly shocked. She quickly turned her body away, not daring to look directly at Vera, who was currently struggling in the throes of orgasm, but her moans could not be erased from Xian Ling's mind. Youna was startled at first. Seeing that it was Xian Ling, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh, Xian Ling, is something wrong? This brat's screams were too loud just now, so I didn't notice you. I'm exhausted. I don't know where she hid all the loot she extorted. Sigh... Wait for me for a moment, I still need to use something on this brat to continue tormenting her, otherwise all my previous efforts will be in vain when she recovers." Then, Youna skillfully secured the rope at the end of the vibrator, ensuring it was firmly embedded in Vera's honey pot. The vibrator continuously emitted a low hum, persistently vibrating Vera's sensitive areas, causing her body to tremble slightly again, unable to escape this deep stimulation. Youna didn't stop. She sneered and took out an anal plug from the side. This anal plug was also specially designed, its surface covered with fine protrusions and textures, specifically designed to increase stimulation. Youna roughly lifted Vera's buttocks, aimed the anal plug at her anus, and without any mercy, forcefully inserted it. Vera's body stiffened abruptly, letting out a pained whimper, her eyes tearing up from the intense pain and shame. The anal plug gradually deepened in her anus, the feeling of being completely filled causing Vera's body to involuntarily tense up. Her legs trembled slightly from the pain and shame, clamping together uncontrollably, but this only made the anal plug embed deeper. Youna looked at Vera's reaction with satisfaction. After ensuring the anal plug was fully inserted, she gently patted Vera's buttocks and said mockingly, "Enjoy yourself here. Think carefully if you want to cooperate with me!" Vera's body became even more sensitive under the dual stimulation. Her breathing became rapid and disordered, her chest heaving violently. The intense stimulation from the vibrator and the anal plug left her body with no moment of relaxation. Her honey pot became wetter due to the vibrator's constant vibrations, and arousal fluid slid down the roots of her thighs, dripping onto the ground, forming a wet patch. The foreign body sensation and pressure from the anal plug in her anus made her body unable to adapt, and she could only struggle in this endless pleasure and pain. Xian Ling's consciousness gradually returned, and she felt a dull ache all over her body, as if she had been run over by a carriage and was utterly exhausted. She tried to move her limbs, but they were held fast by something tight. This intensely uncomfortable restraint made her feel unspeakably distressed. Xian Ling jolted awake, realizing she was in an extremely dangerous and desperate situation. Her first instinct was to scream for help, but as she opened her mouth, she found she couldn't make a sound. Her mouth was stuffed with a large, hollow white ball, and two straps connected to it were tightly tied behind her head, effectively gagging her. Xian Ling tried to push the gag with her tongue, but the straps were so tight she couldn't move it at all. The hollow design of the gag caused her saliva to flow profusely, dribbling down her chin and onto her chest, making her look utterly pathetic, as ashamed as a trained bitch. "What... what's happening to me? Didn't I... die?!!" Xian Ling's eyes were filled with confusion and panic as she fearfully surveyed her surroundings. She then noticed that her body was clad in a black, one-piece bodysuit. The bodysuit clung tightly to her form, revealing her curves with every detail. What made her even more ashamed and furious was that the bodysuit had cutouts at the sensitive areas of her chest and crotch, exposing her breasts and private parts without reservation. Her full breasts were bared to the air, her nipples hardening slightly from tension and the cold. Her nether regions were also completely exposed, appearing exceptionally alluring. At this moment, Xian Ling was restrained on a strange device, her body forced into an extremely humiliating posture. Her hands were hoisted high, the straps on her wrists tightly bound to metal rings. The elevated arms left her upper body completely exposed to the air. The flawless skin of her armpits appeared exceptionally tempting in the light, delicate and smooth, with the faint pulsing of blood vessels visible beneath the surface. Her legs were forced apart, secured by straps to metal stands, her calves and thighs folded and bound together, leaving her nether regions completely exposed and on full display. Occasionally, a few drops of clear fluid would trickle down from between her legs, making the scene even more lewd and shameful. Her ankles were also tightly secured by straps to metal rings, her toes curling slightly from tension and the cold. The black bodysuit she wore further accentuated her fair skin and long legs. The bodysuit was cinched tightly at her thighs and ankles, making her legs appear even more slender and alluring. The elevated hands caused her breasts to push upwards, exposed to the air, trembling slightly from the cold and fear. The cutout design on her chest left her breasts completely bare, her nipples hard from the cold and terror, looking exceptionally enticing. Her waist was tightly bound by straps that crisscrossed her midsection, leaving deep red marks and making her body appear even more slender. Her lower body was completely exposed, her private parts appearing exceptionally delicate in the light. The straps extended downwards from her waist, passed between her legs, and then looped back to secure her, cinching her buttocks and the roots of her thighs tightly. Her private parts were forced forward, exposed to the air without any covering, every detail laid bare. Xian Ling looked down at her chest and gasped. Her breasts were tightly bound by a pair of sturdy, heavy metal breast clamps. The two metal rings were clamped firmly around the base of her breasts, creating an intensely constricting sensation. The inner side of the clasps had fine, gear-like protrusions that dug deeply into her skin, causing an unbearable stinging pain. The surface of the metal rings was studded with rows of tiny spikes, each meticulously sharpened to an exquisite point. Her breasts were squeezed, swollen and flushed, with a faint sheen of sweat on the skin, appearing exceptionally alluring. The edges of the metal rings meshed tightly together, making the clamps impossible to release easily. A thick, heavy chain was attached to the clasp, extending upwards from the base of her breasts, passing over her collarbones, around her neck, and finally secured behind her back, forcing her upper body to remain straight and unable to bend. "Mmmph?! Mmmph mmmph!!" Xian Ling let out muffled whimpers, feeling extremely ashamed and helpless about her current predicament. Her mind was filled with questions and confusion, completely unable to understand why Xuan Xuan would suddenly act against her. What was even harder for her to accept was that Xuan Xuan not only acted but had also bound and imprisoned her in this bandit's cave once again. Xian Ling's gaze darted around the dim cave, desperately searching for a glimmer of hope for release, but all she saw were cold stone walls and her own tightly bound form. She tried to summon the fire elemental magic within her, but her parched body was too weak to resist, only able to slowly rest and recover her strength. "Oh? You're awake!" A voice preceded its owner. Xian Ling followed the sound towards the cave entrance and saw Xuan Xuan walking slowly towards her. At this moment, Xuan Xuan had, at some point, shed her previous pure maiden detective attire and changed into an extremely alluring and sexy blue leather outfit. She wore a tight-fitting blue leather jacket that perfectly accentuated her shapely figure. The jacket was designed to be extremely form-fitting, making her ample breasts appear even more enticing. The buttons were fastened only up to below her chest, revealing a stretch of fair skin and a seductive cleavage. Her arms were also encased in blue leather, with exquisite silver clasps on the cuffs, adding to her noble and seductive appearance. Her lower body was clad in a blue leather skirt so short it could almost be called underwear. The hem of the skirt barely covered the top of her buttocks, swaying gently with her steps and revealing a pair of long, alluring legs. She wore matching blue thigh-high leather boots that hugged her calves tightly, extending past her knees. The boots were designed to fit her legs perfectly, showcasing the lines of her calves to their fullest. Seeing this, Xian Ling's heart was filled with shock and shame. She couldn't comprehend why the Xuan Xuan before her had become so unfamiliar and dangerous. Her alluring and sexy attire formed a stark contrast to her previous pure detective image, stirring an irrepressible anger and unease within Xian Ling. "Mmmph?! Mmmph mmmph!!" Xian Ling struggled against her bound and imprisoned delicate body in shame and anger. The tightness of the leather restraints made her skin ache faintly. She didn't understand why Xuan Xuan was treating her this way, her confusion and anger having no outlet. Her voice, filtered by the gag in her mouth, turned into muffled whimpers and moans. Her body writhed incessantly, trying to break free from the restraints, but the sturdy leather and binding ropes offered no escape. Her hands were hoisted high, exposing her smooth armpits. Every struggle caused the straps to tighten further, bringing waves of stinging pain. Her legs were forced apart, her calves and thighs firmly bound by straps, leaving her nether regions completely exposed to the air, an extreme humiliation. Xuan Xuan saw Xian Ling's struggles and a cold smile played on her lips. She approached Xian Ling and gently traced her finger across Xian Ling's cheek. The cold touch made Xian Ling tremble involuntarily. Xuan Xuan's voice was low and filled with mockery, "What, Miss Xian Ling, don't you like this treatment?" "Mmmph?! Mmmph mmmph!!" Xian Ling twisted her delicate body, her eyes filled with fear and confusion. She had no idea what the other party intended to do to her. Her voice, filtered by the gag in her mouth, could only produce muffled whimpers and moans. Xuan Xuan stood before her, arms crossed, a hint of mockery and coldness in her eyes. She slowly approached Xian Ling, a confident smile on her face, and said softly, "I received a tip that a woman intended to join the bandit group. I presume that woman was you!! And you had a dispute with the bandits over profit, leading you to eliminate them all in an internal conflict. My deduction is correct, bandit Miss Xian Ling..." "Ugh?!", Xian Ling was on the verge of tears. How could the words she used to fool the bandits now be used as evidence against her?" Her eyes were filled with helplessness and despair. She shook her head desperately, trying to deny Xuan Xuan's accusations, but the gag in her mouth prevented her from speaking clearly, only allowing her to emit desperate whimpers. "Hmph, hmph, therefore, I, representing the Law Enforcement Team of Yougu City, now declare that you have been arrested. You may remain silent, but every word you say will be used as evidence in court!!" Xuan Xuan extended her slender jade finger and gently lifted Xian Ling's delicate chin, forcing her to raise her head in shame. Xian Ling's beautiful eyes were filled with fear and despair, her lips trembling slightly from her helpless struggle. "Mmmph?! Mmmph mmmph!!" Xian Ling's voice was muffled by the gag in her mouth. Her delicate body writhed powerlessly in its restraints, appearing exceptionally pitiful. Her eyes were filled with despair and fear, tears welling up in their corners. At this moment, Xian Ling was on the verge of tears. She wanted to explain that she was clearly dealing with the bandits, so how had she suddenly been convicted as one? But the gag in her mouth prevented her from uttering a complete sentence. Xuan Xuan smiled slightly, her gaze cold and firm. She slowly reached out and gently patted Xian Ling's cheek, as if soothing a startled little animal. "Now I'm going to remove the gag from your mouth," Xuan Xuan's voice was like cold steel, devoid of any warmth. "You need to answer all the questions I ask. Don't think about hiding or denying. In front of the beautiful detective Xuan Xuan, all lies are futile." "Well, aren't you that so-called number one beautiful detective in Yougu City, Xuanxuan~~~ Hmph! Didn't expect this, did you? You smugly thought you could sneak into my lair to investigate, but in the end, you yourself have become a shameful and helpless piece of meat~~~" the trafficker sneered, his fingers digging into Xianling's chin, forcing her to look up at him in humiliation. "Ah!? I... I'm not... Agh! No! Ahhh!!" Xianling desperately tried to deny it, her words shattering into fragments in her terror. Her eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, her mouth slightly agape, struggling to utter a rebuttal. However, before she could finish, the trafficker coldly laughed, pulling out a large dildo from behind and shoving it into her mouth without mercy, instantly silencing all her resistance. The intrusion of the dildo made Xianling's eyes widen in horror. Her mouth was forcibly stretched open, her tongue pressed back, unable to make any coherent sound. Her eyes reddened slightly from pain and shame, tears welling up but unable to fall. The trafficker watched her expression with coldness, his fingers gripping her chin tightly, immobilizing her head, preventing her from escaping this humiliating invasion. The dildo churned relentlessly in her mouth, its rough surface scraping against the sensitive inner walls, each thrust bringing a sting and a wave of nausea. Xianling's tongue was forced to slide along the base of the dildo, helplessly trying to avoid the suffocating pressure. Her throat was forced open, her breathing becoming rapid and ragged, her chest heaving with oxygen deprivation. The trafficker reveled in Xianling's helplessness, his heart filled with triumph and satisfaction. He gently patted her cheek, feeling the tautness of her skin under the strain of pain. He continued to thrust the dildo deeper into her mouth, pushing it all the way to the back of her throat. Xianling's body convulsed under this extreme penetration, her mouth contorting slightly under the dildo's pressure, saliva continuously pooling and dripping down her chin onto the floor. A wave of nausea washed over her from the depths of her throat, but she was powerless to resist, forced to endure this humiliation. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, the pain in her wrists and elbows rendering her struggles even more futile. A flicker of despair crossed her eyes, her mouth stuffed so full by the dildo that she could only emit broken whimpers instead of coherent sounds. The trafficker roughly pulled the dildo, now slick with Xianling's saliva, from her mouth. A string of glistening saliva followed, Xianling's mouth hanging slightly ajar from being stretched for so long, the revolting taste still lingering. She gasped for air, trying to regain some semblance of normal breathing, the pain and humiliation from moments ago still echoing in her throat. The trafficker sneered at her, his eyes filled with threat and mockery. He gripped her chin again, forcing her to look him in the eye. Xianling's gaze was filled with fear and despair, yet she tried to maintain a sliver of defiance, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Speak quickly, are you or are you not that conceited beautiful detective??" the trafficker's tone was cold and cruel, his fingers tightening their grip on her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Xianling felt the pain in her jaw, her lips twitching slightly from the previous torment, a flicker of hesitation and helplessness in her eyes. "I... " Xianling's voice was hoarse from the pain in her throat. At this moment, she felt like crying but had no tears. This bastard's interrogation methods were exactly like Xuanxuan's, relying entirely on his own fantasies and then coercing a confession. No matter what she said, she knew she couldn't escape further torment and humiliation, leaving Xianling unsure of what to say. "Oh? Hesitating, are we? Hesitation means you're guilty, haha, looks like I guessed right, you are that Xuanxuan. Tsk tsk, I never expected it, I thought you were a loli beauty, but you're a completely pure and seductive beauty~~~ Tsk tsk tsk, I like it! Hahaha!!" the trafficker sneered, the cruel and lecherous glint in his eyes causing Xianling's delicate body to tremble uncontrollably. "I'm really not... the real Xuanxuan is with the mayor of Tianlan Town!!!" Xianling struggled to explain, her voice trembling with shame and pain. She twisted her delicate body, trying to break free from the trafficker's grasp. However, her resistance was futile. The trafficker let out a cold laugh, swiftly repositioning Xianling's body and pinning her shoulders with his hands, preventing any further movement. His fingers, like iron clamps, gripped her muscles tightly, their tips digging deep into her skin, causing sharp stabs of pain. A flicker of despair flashed in Xianling's eyes, her body appearing incredibly fragile and helpless under this restraint. "The beautiful detective who came to investigate the human trafficking organization has finally become a piece of meat. You're too ashamed to admit it, aren't you!!" His words were filled with mockery and contempt, his tone sharp as a blade, piercing Xianling's heart. A flash of humiliation crossed Xianling's eyes, she gritted her teeth, trying to hold back the tears. "You... I..." Xianling was so enraged she didn't know what to say. Anger and humiliation warred within her, the fire in her eyes almost ready to erupt. If looks could kill, the trafficker would have died thousands of times over. Her body trembled slightly with anger, her hands bound tightly behind her, rendering her incapable of any resistance. "Oh? Still not admitting it?" the trafficker sneered, his eyes filled with malice and mockery. "In that case, don't blame me. If the dildo couldn't make you submit, then we'll use the real thing!" With that, he leered and began to unbuckle his belt in front of Xianling, pulling down his pants. "You, you!! What are you doing!?" Xianling cried out in terror, her voice trembling with despair. She wriggled her bound body, trying to move backward. Her legs were tied together, and her hands were bound behind her, so she could only use her knees and hips to inch backward. Her movements were incredibly difficult, each shift bringing a sharp pain, but her fear prevented her from stopping. "What am I doing? Of course, I'm going to have your little mouth properly service my big dick!!" the trafficker's voice dripped with sarcasm and contempt. He watched Xianling's struggles with a cold smile, then unhesitatingly pulled down his pants. As his pants fell, his massive penis was revealed, exuding a sickening stench. "Mmmph, no!! No!!" Xianling shook her head desperately, her eyes filled with despair and fear. She tightly closed her lips, unwilling to let this ugly thing enter her mouth. Her heart pounded, her breathing grew rapid, and she struggled to escape the impending doom. However, the trafficker gave her no chance. He sneered, forcefully gripping her cheeks and forcing her mouth open just a crack. Xianling's jaw ached from the pressure, her struggles appearing utterly futile. A flicker of pain crossed her eyes, her mouth forced open, unable to resist. The trafficker, without any gentleness, aimed his penis at the small opening and pried open Xianling's teeth with force, thrusting it in roughly. Unlike the cold, rubbery texture of the dildo, this was real flesh, full of elasticity and warmth. The penis squeezed her tongue in her mouth, bringing an unbearable foreign body sensation. Xianling's eyes welled up with tears from the pain and humiliation. Her tongue was forced to slide along the base of the penis, unable to make any coherent sound. Her throat was deeply pressed by the penis, her breathing becoming even more rapid and difficult. Her body trembled uncontrollably under this extreme penetration, her eyes reflecting endless despair. A spark of defiance ignited in the shamed and enraged Xianling. She tried to clench her teeth, to bite off the penis that was insulting her. However, the trafficker seemed to have anticipated her move. A cunning glint flashed in his eyes, and with a forceful thrust, he pushed his penis directly into the depths of Xianling's throat. Xianling's eyes widened in shock at the sudden, intense reaction. Her throat was deeply pressed by the penis, almost completely blocking her breath. Her tongue was forced to curl around the base of the penis, rendering any further resistance impossible. Her eyes reddened from suffocation and pain, tears welling up, ready to spill at any moment. The trafficker felt the tightness of her throat, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. He forcefully grabbed Xianling's hair, tilting her head back to allow the penis to penetrate deeper into her throat. Xianling's body convulsed violently under this extreme pressure, broken whimpers escaping her mouth, muffled by the penis lodged in her throat, sounding incredibly helpless. The trafficker thrust back and forth in her mouth, feeling the warmth and wetness of her inner cheeks. A satisfied smile played on his lips, his fingers continuing to grip Xianling's cheeks, forcing her to maintain this humiliating posture. His movements became faster, rougher, and Xianling's throat was forced to emit whimpering sounds. Xianling's mouth was stuffed full by the penis, her inner cheeks rubbed raw. Her tongue was forced to move along the base of the penis, her mouth filled with a sickening odor. Her throat heaved with the lack of oxygen, her body appearing incredibly fragile under this extreme pressure. A tear of despair flickered in her eyes, unable to resist this endless humiliation. The trafficker watched Xianling's forced sucking, a satisfied smile on his face. His fingers still gripped her cheeks tightly, preventing her from escaping this humiliating invasion. He slightly tensed his hips, the penis moving in and out of her mouth, bringing intense friction. Xianling's throat emitted choked sobs from the deep penetration, saliva continuously coating the penis and dripping from the corners of her mouth onto the floor. Her body trembled slightly under this extreme pressure, her breathing becoming rapid and ragged. A look of helplessness and pain flashed in her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks and onto her chest. Clearly, the tightness of her little mouth was not enough to satisfy the trafficker's burgeoning desire. He roughly pulled the dildo from Xianling's mouth, accompanied by her whimpers and a string of glistening saliva. Before Xianling could even catch her breath, she saw him pick up a gag from the side, a flicker of fear and despair crossing her eyes. The trafficker sneered and shoved the gag into Xianling's mouth without mercy, wedging it between her teeth. Her lips were forced open, the gag tightly blocking her mouth, preventing her from making any coherent sound. Her eyes were filled with helplessness and humiliation, but she was powerless to resist, her body trembling under this merciless torment. The trafficker looked with satisfaction at Xianling's gagged mouth, gently stroking her chin to ensure the gag was firmly in place. His gaze was filled with coldness and malice, clearly reveling in the current situation. He knew Xianling could no longer resist, and could only be at his mercy. Then, his hands began to roam over Xianling's body, his rough palms, filled with burning desire, gliding over her skin. Xianling's body trembled slightly from fear and humiliation, her hands bound behind her, unable to break free from this merciless control. Her breathing grew rapid, a look of despair flashing in her eyes. The trafficker's hand moved down from her neck, stopping at her chest, his palm gripping her breast and kneading it roughly. Xianling's body trembled under this rough touch, low whimpers escaping her mouth, but her voice was muffled by the gag, unable to be heard. Her breasts contorted in his hands, the pain and humiliation almost unbearable. Wang Liang's eyes glinted with malice, his gaze fixed coldly on Xian Ling's face, staring into those vacant eyes dulled by shame and pain. A cruel smile twisted his lips, and a more wicked thought immediately bloomed in his mind. Wang Liang slowly reached out, his fingers gently stroking Xian Ling's cheek, as if feeling the pale, weak skin rendered so by tears and humiliation. His fingers moved slowly, finally stopping at the edge of Xian Ling's small mouth, feeling the soft lips bound by the gag. Her lips were slightly pale from the prolonged pressure, her jaw stiff from the gag's restraint, and traces of saliva still clung to the corners of her mouth. Wang Liang's finger hooked lightly onto one end of the gag, and he slowly unfastened the device binding Xian Ling's lips. As the gag loosened, her lips, pressed into powerlessness, finally regained their freedom. Xian Ling's jaw ached slightly from being held open for so long. She weakly closed her mouth, feeling an unbearable pain spread from her jaw to her entire face. Her lips, slightly stiff from the gag's pressure, trembled slightly as they closed. With the gag removed, Xian Ling's breathing grew more rapid. Her lips parted slightly, and the strange sensation of air flowing back into her mouth sent a wave of unease through her heart. As expected, before Xian Ling could take a few breaths of fresh air, Wang Liang's gaze shifted downwards. He pointed to his own ugly cock and commanded with pure evil, "Now, use your little mouth on me. If you don't make me soft within ten minutes, don't blame me for shoving it directly into your slutty, alluring honey hole~~~~" Xian Ling's body jolted violently at this command. Her eyes, previously hollow with exhaustion, instantly filled with shock and disbelief. Despair and shame flooded her gaze. She could hardly believe that this man could conceive of such a base and lewd method of discipline. This was not just an insult to her body, but a complete trampling of her personal dignity. Xian Ling did not doubt that Wang Liang's threat would become reality. She knew the cruelty and coldness of the man before her. At this moment, she was incapable of any effective resistance. Her body, already exhausted from the preceding torment, lacked the strength to even stand. Xian Ling's heart was filled with humiliation and fear. She knew she had no choice but to submit to this nauseating command. She struggled to move her body, slowly kneeling on the ground, her head bowed, her gaze weakly falling upon Wang Liang's ugly cock. Tears once again slid from the corners of her eyes, the sense of humiliation threatening to drown her. But to avoid being violated by this bastard, she had no choice but to comply. Xian Ling closed her beautiful eyes, her heart filled with fear and disgust, but under Wang Liang's coercion, she had to submit. She slowly parted her lips. The air was filled with the rough scent of masculinity and a faint smell of sweat, almost suffocating her. Her lips lightly touched Wang Liang's cock, the cold, slippery surface causing her to tremble involuntarily. A faint protest escaped her throat, but in her helplessness, she slowly took the thick cock into her mouth. The cock's temperature contrasted sharply with the surrounding air, and her mouth was gradually filled. Xian Ling's tongue reluctantly touched the cock, its unique bitter taste bringing fresh tears to her eyes. Her lips tightly enclosed Wang Liang's cock, trying to control her breathing. Her tongue moved reluctantly across the cock's surface, attempting to adapt to this detestable task. Her cheeks slightly caved in from the effort of sucking, her brow furrowed, revealing the immense pressure she was under. As time passed, Wang Liang grew impatient. His fingers tangled in Xian Ling's hair, and he began to gently guide her head in up-and-down motions. Following Wang Liang's guidance, Xian Ling's lips were forced to slowly move over the cock, each downward press making her feel suffocated. Her tongue constantly made contact with the cock, trying to minimize direct oral contact. However, Wang Liang's guidance became increasingly forceful, almost controlling her every movement. "Tsk tsk, seems your blowjob skills aren't up to par. Half the time has passed, and I haven't even had a stir. Looks like I'll have to shove it into your honey hole myself!" Wang Liang said with a casual tone, delivering the most lewd threat. Under Wang Liang's lustful and commanding gaze, Xian Ling had to defy her own will and begin to serve him more actively. She took a deep breath, suppressing her inner shame and fear as much as possible, and slowly let her lips and tongue re-envelop the thick cock. Xian Ling's tongue lightly touched the tip of the cock, trying to make the process slightly more bearable by deceiving herself. She began to meticulously explore every detail of the cock with her tongue, sliding slowly from the tip down to the base, her tongue gently caressing the subtle textures on the surface, searching for a technique to alleviate her discomfort. Xian Ling's lips tightly enclosed the cock, and she began to suck rhythmically, each pull as deep as possible, each release as slow as possible, maximizing the contact between her lips, tongue, and the cock. Her tongue moved nimbly, trying to bring Wang Liang more pleasure. Xian Ling's tongue tip occasionally brushed the tip of the cock, quickly circling the urethral opening, a move that particularly elicited a strong reaction from men. Then, her tongue would slide down the underside of the cock, her tongue's surface adhering to the cock, covering every part as much as possible. After several deep sucks, Xian Ling gradually found a rhythm, her breathing matching the rhythm of her sucking. Although this filled her with extreme humiliation, she knew it was the only way to avoid a worse fate. Her head moved gently, swaying back and forth in moderation with her sucking rhythm. Her hands rested lightly on Wang Liang's thigh, supporting her movements. Xian Ling's heart was filled with anxiety and shame. The harder she sucked, the more she felt Wang Liang's cock become harder in her mouth. The thick shaft seemed to have a will of its own, showing no signs of softening, but instead growing more engorged. Xian Ling felt the cock tremble slightly in her mouth, as if teasing her, even swaying and exploring on its own within her mouth, seeking more pleasure. Her tongue tip felt slightly tired from the prolonged effort, but she dared not pause for a moment, only continuing to lick and suck with all her might. Xian Ling's lips tightly enclosed the ugly cock, feeling it swell and throb in her mouth, the heat of its engorgement almost burning her mouth. Her tongue slid back and forth on the cock's surface, trying to find a way to satisfy Wang Liang, but the cock seemed to become even more uncontrollable, as if mocking her powerlessness. Xian Ling's heart was filled with despair and fear. Her lips were slightly swollen from the prolonged sucking, and the sourness in her mouth intensified. Her mind gradually grew hazy, her body weak from tension and fatigue, but she dared not stop, only enduring this humiliating service. Wang Liang's voice, filled with mockery and provocation, dripped with lewdness. He coldly watched the anxious and helpless Xian Ling, a malicious smile curving his lips. "Tsk tsk, only one minute left~~~ Hurry up and think of something!" His gaze roamed freely over Xian Ling, as if savoring a humiliating drama he had directed. Xian Ling's mind was in chaos. She felt the urgency of time and Wang Liang's merciless urging, fear and shame intertwined, almost suffocating her. She knew she had no choice but to find a way to satisfy Wang Liang, or face an even more terrifying fate. Her breathing grew rapid, her chest heaving with tension and fear, a flicker of anxiety and despair in her eyes. In her helplessness, Xian Ling forced herself to calm down. She slowly adjusted her breathing, drawing the ugly cock slightly out of her mouth, leaving only the glans between her lips and teeth. Her tongue tip carefully slid over the tip of the glans, gently circling, as if trying to stimulate Wang Liang's desire with the delicate touch of her tongue. Her lips tightened slightly, enclosing the glans more tightly, trying to give Wang Liang a strange friction with her sucking. At the same time, Xian Ling tremblingly extended her fair, tender hand, gently gripping Wang Liang's cock. The touch of her fingertips filled her with intense revulsion, but she knew she had to endure. Her palm pressed against the cock's surface, the warmth of her palm transferring to the firm shaft. Her fingertips lightly traced the base of the cock, then slowly slid upwards. Her movements were extremely clumsy and flustered, her whole demeanor appearing somewhat disheveled and helpless. Xian Ling's hand slid up and down Wang Liang's cock, her movements cautious yet filled with a desperate resolve. Her fingers gently closed, gripping the cock with moderate force, then slowly slid upwards until they reached the edge of the glans, before slowly descending again. Her palm rubbed back and forth on the cock, trying to accelerate Wang Liang's release with this simple motion. Meanwhile, her little mouth continued to suck the glans tightly, her tongue occasionally teasing the sensitive parts, trying to make Wang Liang feel more stimulation. Time ticked by, Xian Ling's heart raced, her hand movements growing more anxious. The pressure of her fingers slightly increased, trying to accelerate Wang Liang's pleasure through more intense friction. Her hand moved up and down the cock, accompanied by her mouth's sucking of the glans, forming a rhythmic coordination. Xian Ling's body trembled from extreme tension and shame, but she dared not pause for a moment, only continuing to suck and stroke with all her might, trying to complete this humiliating service within the time limit set by Wang Liang. Her fingers grew somewhat stiff from the prolonged effort, but she persisted, fearing that any pause would result in even more terrible punishment. Finally, with her efforts, Wang Liang's body suddenly tensed. A look of extreme satisfaction appeared on his face, his eyes glinting with pleasure. At that moment, a low, satisfying roar escaped Wang Liang's throat, a sound filled with intense release. His body convulsed violently, as if all his strength was concentrated in his cock at that instant. To Xian Ling's utter surprise, a stream of hot semen suddenly shot from Wang Liang's cock. The scorching liquid gave her almost no time to react, splashing directly between her lips and teeth. The temperature of the semen and its unique smell made Xian Ling feel nauseous, but she could not avoid it, only enduring it. Her lips and tongue were instantly covered by the sticky liquid, its bitter taste spreading in her mouth, almost suffocating her. Xian Ling's heart finally felt a slight relief. Although the humiliation and torment she had just endured had almost broken her, she had at least temporarily escaped further, more terrible rape and humiliation. Her breathing was still rapid, her heart still pounding violently, her body incredibly weak from extreme tension and fatigue. She tried to control her trembling lips, slowly withdrawing her little mouth from Wang Liang's cock. When her lips and teeth finally detached from the ugly cock, Xian Ling felt an unprecedented sense of release and relief. Her lips were slightly swollen from the prolonged sucking, and traces of Wang Liang's semen remained on her lips. The bitter taste still lingered in her mouth, making her feel nauseous and uncomfortable. Her tongue tip weakly licked her lips, trying to clean away the disgusting liquid, but she could not completely get rid of the sticky sensation. Xian Ling's cheeks flushed with shame, and she knew how lewd and不堪 she looked at that moment. Her fingers gently lifted, trembling as they touched the corner of her mouth, feeling the moist trace. Her fingers trembled slightly from extreme shame and humiliation as she wiped away the semen, trying to erase what had just happened. "Hey! What are you doing? The task I gave you isn't finished yet~~~~" Wang Liang's voice suddenly rang out, with a hint of malicious teasing, shattering Xian Ling's brief moment of relief and self-整理. The voice was like a sharp knife, piercing her heart and instantly crushing the sliver of peace she had just rebuilt. Xian Ling's body jolted violently, her heart feeling as if it were being squeezed tightly. She felt a strong sense of fear and unease. She turned her head in disarray, her eyes vacant and dull with extreme fear. Seeing the scene before her, her face instantly turned deathly pale, as if all the color had drained from her. Wang Liang's cock still stood erect between his legs, that ugly shaft showing no signs of softening, but rather appearing even more ferocious than before. Xianling continued her binding. She wound the ropes around Shiyan's breasts, tightening them around the full, rounded mounds. As the ropes were pulled ever tighter, Shiyan's breasts were squeezed to the point of almost bursting from her clothing. Xianling carefully observed the tension of the ropes, ensuring the knots wouldn't harm Shiyan, but also wouldn't give her any chance to escape. "Ah~? It hurts~! Xianling, be gentle..." Shiyan's voice held a hint of pain, yet Xianling's movements did not cease. She wound the excess rope back around Shiyan's breasts, tightening it gently around her nipples. To increase the stability of the ropes, Xianling tied them into a cross shape, securing them to Shiyan's nipples through the gauze dress. This way, the ropes not only bound Shiyan's breasts tightly but also applied additional pressure to her sensitive points, continuously stimulating them. "Hmph, hmph, did that little girl just try to rush over and ram me?! Then tie up her legs too. Remember, I don't want to see any more attempts at resistance. I don't want to repeat myself! Do you understand!!!" Wang Jie's eyes glinted with malice, his voice filled with threat and ferocity. Hearing Xian Ling's heart tightened at these words, her delicate face paling slightly. She hadn't expected to be targeted by the estate's mistress, Frau, so soon after escaping Marshall's clutches, without even a moment to rest. Her body trembled involuntarily, and fragmented rumors from other maids flooded her mind. Frau's reputation throughout the estate was infamous; her methods were as cruel and perverse as Marshall's, sometimes even more terrifying, as evidenced by this debauched garden. "Yes... Madam..." Xian Ling dared not refuse, forcing herself to agree while suppressing her panic and shame. However, she wasn't entirely defenseless. Though forbidden to use magic unless absolutely necessary, she had prepared some sleeping powder for her infiltration mission. If she could find an opportunity to administer it, she might escape and gather intelligence. Previously, Xian Ling hadn't anticipated that Marshall would have the experienced Liko bind and dispose of her, leaving her no chance to administer the powder before being tied up like a "gift." Furthermore, the interrogation room where Xian Ling was violated contained no secrets, and the head maid, Liko, had remained outside as a guard. Even if she had managed to incapacitate Marshall, she would have had no opportunity to collect useful information, which was why she chose to endure the humiliation. Before Xian Ling could take any action, a shadow fell over her. Two maids, their hands cuffed, approached silently. With swift and practiced movements, they began to "re-dress" Xian Ling. One maid picked up a collar made of black leather, smooth and gleaming, with a cold texture. She fastened it securely around Xian Ling's neck, the leather pressing tightly against her skin, creating a suffocating sense of pressure. The collar was exquisitely designed, adorned with several sparkling metal studs. Most striking was the chain attached to it. The maid handed one end of the chain to the beautiful Frau, as if placing Xian Ling's fate entirely in her control. Frau took the chain, a slight smile playing on her lips. Her fingers gently caressed the links, as if savoring the pleasure of controlling another's destiny. Xian Ling felt the pressure on her neck intensify, the cold touch of the chain transmitting directly to her core, filling her with dread. She tried to look up at Frau, only to find a gaze filled with mockery and amusement in the noble eyes. Meanwhile, the other maid was not idle. She picked up a complex yet delicate horse bit from a nearby table. The bit was covered in soft leather, with a hard rubber section in the center, designed to fit snugly into the mouth, clearly intended to prevent the wearer from making coherent sounds. Without hesitation, the maid inserted the bit into Xian Ling's mouth, the rubber pressing firmly against her lips, forcing her mouth open. Xian Ling felt her mouth filled, the indescribable foreign sensation almost suffocating her. She tried to make a sound, but only a low whimper, like that of a tamed cub, emerged from the depths of her throat. The bit was firmly secured in her mouth, rendering her incapable of any clear speech, and even breathing became difficult. One maid bent down and began to untie the ropes binding Xian Ling's thighs. Her fingers were nimble and quick, loosening the tight knots in a few moments. As the ropes unwound from her thighs, Xian Ling felt a fleeting sense of relief, but it was short-lived, as she soon realized that what awaited her might be even more shameful and humiliating. Xian Ling watched as a long rope was strung up from the garden and into the distant manor villa. The rope was covered in numerous knots, and she had no idea what its purpose was. Before she could ponder this further, the two maids moved swiftly. They flanked Xian Ling, offering no opportunity for resistance. As the maids moved, Xian Ling's body was forcibly lifted, her legs compelled to step over the rope. Her body trembled, filled with fear and unease, but she could no longer struggle, forced to submit to their manipulation. The moment her body crossed the rope, Xian Ling felt a sharp pressure from her crotch – the long rope had landed precisely there, pressing tightly against her most intimate parts. "Mmmph! Nnngh mmmph?!" Xian Ling's heart pounded with terror. Did Frau intend for her to walk in this state?! Xian Ling's throat emitted suppressed whimpers, her voice muffled by the bit, unable to convey clear words. Her body trembled with fear and pain, her delicate frame writhing, trying to break free from the unbearable restraint. However, her struggles were in vain. Under the maids' control, her legs were quickly bound. The ropes were tightly wrapped around her thighs, from the root to her knees, immobilizing her legs and preventing any further resistance. As the ropes tightened, her legs were forced to clamp down more tightly on the rope embedded in her core. The rough texture of the rope made direct contact with her most sensitive areas. As her legs clamped down, they were forced into a deeply shameful posture. Unable to spread her legs, her body was held immobile by the ropes. With her movements, the rope further deepened its friction within her core, the sharp pain like needle pricks, directly stimulating her nerves, making it almost unbearable. "Tsk tsk, look at you, so alluring and sensitive. No wonder Marshall was so infatuated with you..." Frau's voice dripped with amusement and mockery. She lightly lifted the chain in her hand, and with a gentle tug, as if controlling a docile pet, forced Xian Ling's body closer to the rope's pressure. With the slight sway of the chain, the rope rubbed more tightly against Xian Ling's crotch, bringing deeper pain and shame. Frau's smile widened, her cold pleasure evident in her eyes. Suddenly, Xian Ling's body was roughly lifted by one maid, her legs forcefully spread apart. The rope tightened even more in her crotch, causing an unbearable pressure. The other maid knelt before Xian Ling, her posture respectful and submissive. She slowly raised her hands, gently supporting Xian Ling's ankles, and began to unfasten the straps of her high-heeled shoes. Xian Ling could only helplessly feel the maid's cold fingers moving over her ankles and the tops of her feet as the shoe straps were unbuckled one by one. The passive humiliation filled her with a silent oppression. As the high heels were removed, Xian Ling's sheer-stockinged feet were finally exposed to the air. Her toes were slightly curled from wearing high heels for so long, having lost their freedom. The kneeling maid carefully withdrew Xian Ling's feet from the shoes and gently placed them on the lawn. The cool touch of the grass penetrated the thin pantyhose, reaching Xian Ling's soles. The blades of grass lightly brushed against her stockinged feet, the stinging sensation seeping into her nerves with each brush, causing her toes to twitch involuntarily. The blades of grass on the lawn were long and sharp. The moment Xian Ling's feet touched the ground, the grass felt like countless tiny knives, piercing through the thin pantyhose on the soles of her feet without mercy. She could clearly feel the grass slicing across the skin of her soles, the subtle yet persistent stinging sensation like countless tiny needle pricks, directly stimulating the soles of her feet, making her instinctively want to lift her feet to escape this continuous pain. However, the moment Xian Ling lifted her feet, her body lost its meager support. Her center of gravity shifted forward, and the rope beneath her skirt immediately began to rub intensely against her most sensitive area. The rope embedded in her core seemed to have a life of its own, digging deeper into her body with her movements, causing an indescribable torment. The rough texture of the rope chafed against the delicate inner walls of her core, making her nerves even more sensitive. Xian Ling instinctively tried to tiptoe, attempting to alleviate the intense pressure from the rope beneath her skirt. Her toes lifted slightly off the ground, trying to shift her weight to reduce the unbearable friction. However, before she could find any solace, Frau yanked the chain around her neck forcefully, the sudden pull shattering her balance. Xian Ling's delicate body stumbled as it lost support, her legs forced to take a step forward. The rope embedded in her core tightened even more around her sensitive parts. She felt an intense pain emanating from her core, the sharp friction feeling as if it would tear her apart. The rope dug deeper into her core, bringing endless torment. The lips of her core were forcibly parted by the rough rope, the sensation of being split causing her body to tremble involuntarily. The two knots on the rope seemed to exist solely to torment her, grinding against her delicate inner walls with every movement. The friction felt like a file repeatedly scraping inside her body, bringing immense sharp pain and shame. Xian Ling's core clamped tightly around the rough knots. As her delicate body moved forward, the friction of the rope within her became increasingly intense. This relentless friction deeply stimulated her sensitive areas. Despite her desperate efforts to suppress her reactions, her body could not resist the gradually deepening stimulation, betraying her internal struggle. "Mmmph! Ah! Mmmph!!" Due to the intense stimulation caused by the friction, Xian Ling's core began to involuntarily secrete lubrication. Every time she was forced to move her legs, the knots on the rope dug deeply into her body, triggering wave after wave of pleasure. The lubrication slowly flowed out along the embedded rope, leaving a wet trail that was particularly glaring. Frau showed no mercy. In her eyes, Xian Ling was no different from any other maid, merely a plaything for amusement in the household. If one was broken, another would simply be replaced for further amusement; she was not worth her concern. The chain in her hand was pulled with increasing force, as if to drag Xian Ling's body forward. Under this relentless pull, Xian Ling's steps became frantic and hurried, each movement of her body intensifying the friction in her lower body. "Now, let us welcome the highlight of this round of auctions at the Witch's Manor!" Tina's voice echoed through the entire auction hall, filled with excitement and anticipation. She raised the small hammer in her hand high, announcing with a smile, "The second to last item is an outstanding student from the Frost Sound Academy, and also a student of the Grand Archmage Caroline – Xian Ling!!" This statement was like a bombshell dropped into the hall, instantly causing shock and uproar among all the spectators. The crowd below gasped in unison, exchanging glances, their eyes filled with disbelief and fervor. They had never imagined that such a significant figure would be brought onto the stage at this auction. "An outstanding student from Frost Sound Academy? And a student of Grand Archmage Caroline!" someone exclaimed in a low voice, their eyes filled with surprise and excitement. Frost Sound Academy, that was the most renowned higher learning institution on the entire continent, and Grand Archmage Caroline was hailed as the most powerful summoner on the continent. Her student falling into the hands of the Witch's Manor and becoming an auction item was undoubtedly an extremely shocking piece of news. "Heh heh... what a rare find," someone licked their lips, their eyes filled with greed and desire. They imagined the once aloof, admired, and revered genius girl now reduced to a piece of merchandise to be chosen and ravaged. And some were intimidated by the background of the upcoming merchandise, "Caroline, that's someone you don't want to mess with..." As if noticing the commotion and unease below, Tina gently waved her jade hand, signaling for calm, and then said softly, "According to the information our Witch's Manor has obtained, Grand Archmage Caroline is currently in seclusion, attempting to break through to the Saint rank. Therefore, Caroline is currently unable to spare any attention to whether her student has been abducted, so you can all rest assured." "So that's how it is!!" The crowd below exclaimed in hushed tones, exchanging glances, a hint of excited smiles on their faces. "Heh heh, I can't wait," a man in a luxurious gown chuckled softly, his eyes filled with greed and excitement. "But if we could also capture Grand Archmage Caroline and tie her up as merchandise, to be trained and ravaged alongside her student, tsk tsk, now that would be a true delight!" "Teacher-student calamity?! Wahaha, great idea!" the person next to him couldn't help but laugh heartily, as if picturing Caroline and Xian Ling bound and trained together in their minds. His laughter was filled with mockery and wickedness, his eyes yearning for such a ludicrous scene. "You're all just daydreaming!" a middle-aged man sitting in the front row snorted with a hint of disdain, turning his head to mock, "With your caliber, you dare to even think of laying a hand on Grand Archmage Caroline? Heh, you wouldn't dare even if you had a hundred times the courage!" "Hmph, can't even dream about it?" the mocked man retorted somewhat indignantly, "But speaking of which, even if we can't touch Caroline, this student Xian Ling is still top-tier. I heard that although she hasn't been here long, she already made a name for herself at Frost Sound Academy's school festival, even winning first place... tsk tsk, truly something to look forward to!!" "I'm really looking forward to it. With an outstanding student like this falling into our hands, I wonder how long she'll be able to maintain her arrogance," someone said with a sinister grin, their eyes filled with malicious amusement. "When her dignity is slowly crushed, and her eyes only reflect fear and humiliation, that will be the most beautiful." "Haha, today promises to be a good show!" someone laughed loudly, their voice filled with anticipation and fervor for what was to come. Tina stood at the center of the stage, listening to the discussions and laughter from below, a playful smile gracing her lips. She ran a slender finger through her hair by her ear, a flicker of teasing and provocation in her eyes. "Esteemed guests," Tina smiled mysteriously, gently raising her hand to signal for quiet, "Next, it is the moment you have all been eagerly awaiting… Let us all welcome Miss Xian Ling's grand entrance!" ... The lights gradually dimmed, plunging the entire stage into darkness, with only a strong spotlight illuminating the center. Amidst this gloom, a beautiful woman dressed in a teacher's OL uniform slowly walked onto the stage. She wore a form-fitting white shirt and a tight pencil skirt, black stockings encasing her long legs, and high heels. With each step, the "click-clack" of her heels echoed clearly in the hall, exuding composure and allure. In her hand, she tightly gripped a metal chain. One end of the chain was held firmly, while the other was securely fastened around the neck of a graceful figure – that was Xian Ling. Pulled by the chain, Xian Ling was forced to slowly crawl onto the stage. Her limbs were folded and bound by rough ropes, forcing her to support her delicate body with only her elbows and knees. She crawled low to the ground like a tamed pet, allowing the woman to lead her. Her eyes were filled with shame and humiliation, her slightly trembling body appearing utterly mortified yet helpless. And the shameful attire she was forced to wear amplified her humiliation to the extreme. She was in a sexy and revealing JK uniform. The crop top barely concealed her chest, and the fabric even featured a cutout design, leaving her cleavage tantalizingly visible. Her waist was completely bare, her delicate skin shimmering slightly under the lights, and the incredibly short JK pleated skirt barely reached the top of her thighs, threatening to reveal everything with the slightest movement. Xian Ling's legs were encased in gray pantyhose, which clung tightly to her skin after being soaked, appearing incredibly alluring and outlining the long curves of her legs. Her brown loafers gently brushed the ground as she crawled, making soft sounds, as if silently reminding everyone of her current disheveled and shameful state. At this moment, Xian Ling was a far cry from her former pure image as an outstanding student of Frost Sound Academy. Instead, she resembled a tamed, wanton pet, lewd and ashamed, utterly humiliated. Her face was flushed, and a shameful dog bone gag had been forcibly stuffed into her mouth, propping her jaws open wide, preventing her from uttering any coherent sound, only muffled "whimpers" from her throat. The rubber material of the dog bone gag pressed against her lips, forcibly prying open her jaw and squeezing her chin slightly, causing a dull ache. Saliva uncontrollably dripped from the corners of her mouth, tracing a wet path down her chin and onto the floor, forming a damp patch. The uncontrolled drooling made her cheeks flush even redder, shame washing over her like a tide, yet she could not stop the humiliation from continuing. The chain was tightly wrapped around her neck, tugging gently with every movement of the beautiful woman. The cold touch of the chain pressed deeply against her fair neck, making her feel immense humiliation and oppression. Whenever she hesitated, the woman would mercilessly yank the chain, forcing her forward, like a little bitch at someone's beck and call. The sight of this scene sent the crowd below into a frenzy. The alluring yet shameful spectacle seemed to ignite the deepest desires and greed within them. Their gazes were like wolves and tigers, fixed on the girl crawling in humiliation at the center of the stage, their eyes filled with excitement and longing. "My god, I never expected this little lady's appearance to be so outstanding, far exceeding my imagination!" someone couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, their voice trembling as if completely stunned by Xian Ling's beauty. Her exquisite, flawless face, combined with her current forced expression of shame, tears and saliva mixed together, that helpless yet seductive appearance struck directly at the hearts of everyone present, making their desires burn like wildfire. "Compared to her, the merchandise auctioned before were worlds apart! Whether it's her face or her figure, this Xian Ling is simply the cream of the crop!" someone licked their lips, their eyes filled with fervent greed. The ordinary merchandise that repeatedly appeared at the auction seemed dim and insignificant in front of Xian Ling. Her beauty and aura made her the most dazzling presence in the entire auction hall. "This figure, tsk tsk, it's devilishly perfect," another spectator couldn't help but swallow hard, their gaze fixed on Xian Ling's legs tightly wrapped in pantyhose and her exposed slender waist. Xian Ling's curves were exquisite, her breasts full, her waist slender, and her hips perky. Every part seemed meticulously carved and alluring. Especially under the shameful JK uniform, her body, bound in a wanton posture, was filled with forbidden temptation, igniting the desire of every person in the audience. "She's truly beautiful, purity and wantonness coexisting. Whoever wins her today will possess the most beautiful plaything in the world!" someone said in a low voice, their eyes filled with possessiveness and anticipation. The stark contrast between Xian Ling's former pure identity and her current shameful appearance was incredibly stimulating, and the desire to conquer and possess reached its peak at this moment. "Esteemed guests, Miss Xian Ling is the highlight of our auction today. Her price will surely exceed your imagination, but she will absolutely be worth every penny," Tina's voice was laced with a hint of teasing and seduction. Her gaze swept across the audience, enjoying the lust-driven stares. She gently tugged the chain, forcing Xian Ling's neck to lift. Her eyes were filled with pain and helplessness, but she could only let the other party control her. "As one of the final items in this auction, Miss Xian Ling's bidding method will be slightly different from the previous items," Tina's lips curved slightly, a knowing smile in her eyes. "As I mentioned earlier, her teacher is the continent's only Grand Summoner – His Excellency Caroline." Tina's voice carried a hint of teasing and mockery, as if deliberately emphasizing this special background. "And the lustful beasts raised by His Excellency Caroline are highly sought after by various nobles. Many people want to obtain those beasts, and those beasts have all undergone extremely strict training… I presume Miss Xian Ling has also made quite a few 'contributions' to the training of these beasts." "Therefore, the bidding item for Miss Xian Ling will be replaced by the lustful beasts obtained by the Witch's Manor." As Tina's words fell, exclamations and excited whispers erupted from below. The crowd's eyes were filled with eager anticipation and greed, already impatient to witness the upcoming scene. Just then, a heavy "rumble" echoed from above the stage. The audience looked up, and saw a giant iron cage slowly descending from above. The cage was massive and cumbersome, with very narrow gaps between the bars, appearing incredibly sturdy, completely sealing off the entire stage. Accompanied by the grating sound of chains, the iron cage landed slowly, finally covering the entire stage and imprisoning Xian Ling within a massive enclosure. Tina stood outside the cage, her eyes filled with a hint of provocation and amusement. She slowly reached for the belt at her waist and took out an ancient scroll. The scroll was made of old parchment, covered with intricate magic runes. She unhurriedly unrolled the scroll, and with a faint rustling sound, it gradually unfurled in her hands, revealing its hidden secrets. As the scroll unrolled, the magic runes on it seemed to activate instantly. Streams of ethereal blue light slowly emerged from the runes, forming a bizarre and complex pattern. The magic array spread out on the scroll, expanding with Tina's movements. The runes intertwined and connected, forming an exquisite and mysterious magic circle. A grotesque creature, devoid of any beauty, emerged from the magic array – a black, furry monster exuding an aura of lust. Its appearance was that of a wolf-like creature, its black fur shimmering with an ominous glow, a cold malice subtly emanating from its fur, as if announcing the humiliation and oppression this monster was about to bring. Its thick, powerful limbs landed heavily on the wooden floor of the stage, emitting a dull thud. "This is a lustful wolf, a demonic beast personally raised and trained by His Excellency Caroline. Our Witch's Manor spent a considerable sum to acquire it," Tina's eyes flashed with cunning, and she said with a light chuckle, her voice full of teasing. "It's most fitting for a lustful wolf raised by a teacher to ravage a student." She deliberately emphasized the words "teacher" and "student," her tone full of mockery, eagerly anticipating the upcoming scene of humiliation and debauchery. Her gaze swept over the audience below, whose eyes were filled with fervent anticipation, their inner desires completely ignited by Tina's words. Her vision was still unfocused, only feeling her limbs firmly restrained, with no room to escape. Sore all over, she was unable to move, only able to feel the restraints tightening, as if to lock her body down completely. Her chest heaved violently with panic; she wanted to scream, but found her mouth forcibly gagged. "Mmmph?! Hnnngh~!" Xianling's mind was in chaos. She shook her head desperately, trying to break free from the suffocating restraint. However, what was blocking her mouth was no ordinary object, but a white, hollow ball gag. Its hard surface pressed against her teeth, and two straps extended from either side of the gag, securely fastened behind her head. The straps were so tight they distorted her cheeks, and the gag forced her mouth open, making it impossible to close her lips. Xianling instinctively tried to bite down on the gag, to spit it out, but the hollow design gave her tongue no purchase. She could only futilely feel wisps of air flowing through the gaps, accompanied by her own saliva constantly dribbling from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her chest, wetting the taut leather. The sticky sensation made her feel even more humiliated and helpless. A flicker of fear crossed her mind—she was imprisoned, and in a most degrading way. Her gaze darted anxiously around the dimly lit room, searching for any clue to help her escape. But when she looked down at her own body, the sight made her heart sink to the bottom. Xianling found herself clad in a pure white, one-piece bodysuit. The smooth, delicate material clung to every inch of her skin, perfectly outlining her figure. The bodysuit was tight on her, like a second skin, mercilessly encasing her limbs, torso, and even her toes. The design of the bodysuit was extremely peculiar. Xianling discovered that there were two humiliating openings at the chest, exposing her breasts without reservation. The edges of the openings were adorned with delicate lace, making them appear exceptionally alluring, while her breasts seemed particularly prominent due to the pressure of the restraints. The lower part of the bodysuit also featured a shameful crotchless design, leaving her most intimate parts exposed to the air, with no covering whatsoever. The cool air touching her most sensitive areas made Xianling tremble, as if it were a profound insult to her dignity. "Mmmph!" The anger in her heart threatened to drown her. She thrashed her body desperately, trying to break free from this terrifying restraint. However, her struggles were in vain. A silver collar was fastened around Xianling's neck. The collar was cold and hard, clearly custom-made for her. A thin, silvery-white chain connected to the collar, like a declaration of her status—she was now merely a enslaved plaything. Xianling's arms were forcibly brought together behind her back, and white long gloves tightly encased her hands. However, the gloves were not the only restraints. Inside the gloves, her arms were securely bound by three sets of straps, which wrapped tightly around her wrists, elbows, and upper arms, rendering her arms immobile. Even more severe, leather restraint mittens completely encased her arms, preventing her from moving even her fingers. She tried to struggle, but her fingers could only tremble feebly within the leather gloves, unable to undo the damnation of the restraints. Xianling's upper body was tightly wrapped in a white straitjacket, composed of multiple leather straps that encircled her body, firmly restraining her torso. The straitjacket's design was extremely complex, with straps winding around her chest, waist, and back, constricting her to the point where she could barely breathe. The straps on her chest, in particular, made her breasts swell immensely, digging deeply into her skin and leaving red marks. The straps not only served to restrain but also to emphasize her body's curves, making her waist appear even more slender. Her naturally slender waist was squeezed even smaller, as if it would snap at any moment from excessive tightness. The restraints on her lower body were equally severe. Straps extending from her crotch bound her thighs and calves together tightly. Each strap dug deeply into her skin, tying her legs into an unbreakable knot. Her legs were bound like a fleshy gourd, the straps pressing through the bodysuit, creating an uneven surface on her legs, as if carving terrifying patterns onto her otherwise shapely limbs. What she found most unbearable was that her legs were forcibly spread apart, held in a humiliating M-position. Due to the design of the straitjacket, her legs could not be brought together and could only be separated in a humiliating manner, leaving her intimate areas completely exposed to the air. The openings at her vulva and anus were undoubtedly designed for some unspeakable acts, and in this helpless posture, her body was completely defenseless. Her feet were not spared any mercy either. She was forced to wear a pair of white lace-up high heels with a heel height of fifteen centimeters. The heels were extremely high, forcing her toes to be completely pointed, a position that caused extreme pain in her ankles. Under the pressure of the high heels, her delicate white-stockinged feet became even more powerless and fragile. The height of the heels made it impossible for her to balance, leaving her to kneel passively on the ground, barely able to stand. The harsh binding method made Xianling's every inch of skin feel the pressure of the restraints. Her legs could not be brought together and could only be passively spread apart, her vulva and anus helplessly exposed forward. Occasionally, a few drops of clear liquid would flow down from between her legs, wetting the pristine white bedsheets. This humiliating posture was almost unbearable for Xianling. She thrashed her folded, white-stockinged legs desperately, trying to clamp them together to cover her exposed lower body. However, no matter how hard she tried, the tight restraints made it impossible, and she could only struggle in vain. Xianling's mind gradually cleared, but her thoughts were still somewhat jumbled. She tried to recall, to piece together what had happened. The last memory was of the fatal blow—she remembered swinging the Rose Sword with all her might, Wang Jie falling before her, and then... then there was only darkness. "I remember... Wang Jie was defeated..." she murmured in her heart, but the restraints around her filled her with dread. The joy of victory vanished instantly, replaced by uncontrollable fear. "Could it be... could it be that Shiyan and Junko couldn't escape in the end? We were all captured?" Her thoughts raced, and various scenarios of what Shiyan and Junko might have encountered flashed through her mind. She dared not imagine what they would face if they were still in this human trafficking den. Although Wang Jie was defeated, he was by no means the only threat. If other accomplices had found them, they would have had no chance to resist. "Mmmph no?! Mmmph..." Xianling fell into a state of powerless despair, only able to try and struggle within the tight restraints, but the close binding made her almost unable to move. Yet, her attempts were accompanied by the stimulation of the restraining straps and stockings against her skin. Even a small movement would cause the straitjacket's straps to rub against her sensitive skin, bringing waves of pain and shame. Xianling frantically looked down, searching for the witch's key hanging around her neck, but it was empty, leaving only a few faint marks from the straps on her skin. A glimmer of hope in her heart was instantly extinguished. The witch's key was gone, meaning she had lost her only means of self-protection and counterattack. Her magical elements also seemed to have been drained, unable to even spark a flame. The panic in her heart gradually spread. Xianling began to recall the previous battle. She had narrowly won with the power of the witch's key, but at the moment of victory, she felt a strong dizziness, and then darkness. When she woke up again, she was in her current predicament. Had she been ambushed after that final blow, and the witch's key stolen? She tried to struggle, but the restraints on her body made even the most basic movement extremely difficult. Every slight twist would cause the straps to rub against her skin, bringing waves of pain. Her gaze swept over her surroundings helplessly. She was imprisoned in a small, dimly lit room, the walls adorned with all sorts of restraining devices, the air filled with the cold scent of metal and a faint, almost imperceptible smell of decay. At this moment, Xianling was bound to a strange device, her limbs firmly fixed, her body forced into an extremely unnatural posture. With every breath, she felt the straitjacket pressing against her chest, almost suffocating her. Helpless tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, the struggle in her heart a stark contrast to the physical restraint. Suddenly, the door creaked open slowly, and a cold beam of light shot into the dim room, breaking the continuous darkness and panic. A mysterious figure in a black robe appeared at the doorway. His face was hidden by an indifferent mask, revealing only two sharp, eagle-like eyes. These eyes scanned the room before finally fixing on Xianling. Xianling felt the depth and coldness emanating from these eyes, her heart tightening. She instinctively wanted to clamp her legs together to protect her privacy, but she quickly realized her efforts were futile. Her body was firmly secured by a specially designed restraint device, rendering her immobile. Her thighs and calves were folded and bound with heavy straps, forcibly maintaining a shameful posture that left her most private parts completely exposed. The black-robed figure walked closer, each step echoing in the dim room, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. His figure loomed larger in Xianling's vision until his mask was almost close to her face. The eyes peering through the mask's slits coldly scrutinized her. "Well? Finally awake, are we? It was worth the hefty price I paid to acquire you." The black-robed figure's voice was low and slightly mocking, as if savoring Xianling's helplessness and fear. He reached out, his fingertips lightly tracing the skin on Xianling's neck, the touch cold and chilling. His movements were gentle yet carried an undeniable threat, as if reminding Xianling that she was completely under his control at this moment. "Mmmph no!! Mmmph!!" She tried to cry out, but the gag in her mouth made her voice muffled, only capable of producing weak grunts. Saliva continuously spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the pure white straitjacket, leaving wet trails. All of this seemed to be the greatest form of foreplay in the black-robed figure's eyes. Xianling woke up groggily, her mind hazy. She vaguely recalled being betrayed by Lisa, her witch power completely drained by the silver-haired sorceress, and even her witch key falling silent from overuse. She tried to shift her delicate body, but the slightest movement brought a tightening sensation from the ropes. Her arms were still bound behind her in a "W" shape, the ropes starting from her wrists and tightly coiling around her arms, leaving her skin slightly red. Even a slight struggle showed no sign of loosening; the ropes seemed to have anticipated her resistance. The heavy constriction dug deep into her bones, clearly indicating that her arms were securely locked and immobile. A subtle numbness began to spread, her fingers trembling slightly, but finding no opportunity for release. She took a deep breath, but the pressure on her chest made it difficult to breathe smoothly. The ropes were tightly bound around her breasts, the rough material grazing the base of her chest and firmly restraining her alluring "little white rabbits," making them swell and protrude. Each tightening of the rope intensified the throbbing ache in her chest, deforming her snow-white breasts as if pushed to their limit. Her entire upper body seemed to be wrapped in countless ropes, from her shoulders to her waist and abdomen, leaving almost no skin free to breathe. The tight binding rendered her body a helpless prisoner. Xianling's legs were not spared either. She could clearly feel her thighs and calves bound together, the ropes tightly wound from the root of her thighs down to her ankles. Her legs were so tightly secured that any slight movement of her leg muscles would cause the ropes to dig into her flesh. Through the ropes, she could also feel what seemed to be pantyhose on her legs, the thin fabric clinging to her skin, further constricted by the ropes, creating a sensation that was both binding and slippery. On her feet, she wore a pair of strappy high heels, the laces also tied tightly, as if to secure her feet and prevent any escape, restricting even the slightest movement. She parted her lips slightly, only to find her mouth stuffed full. A wad of cloth was shoved into her mouth, pressing her tongue firmly down, followed by a thick layer of tape sealing her mouth shut, leaving only faint whimpers to escape from the depths of her throat. Her voice was completely muffled, rendering any resistance futile. Her legs were forcibly bent, her ankles tied to her bound arms behind her, her entire body fixed in a helpless, spread-eagle position. Her chest was further compressed by the weight of her body, making breathing increasingly difficult. The tightness in her chest intertwined with the restraint of the ropes, creating a suffocating despair. Xianling struggled to open her slightly dazed, beautiful eyes. The scene before her was blurry. It took her a few seconds of focused effort to gradually make out her surroundings. She found herself in an enclosed space, the cramped confines making her feel incredibly oppressed and suffocated. What made her even more panicked and terrified was that she was not alone in this sealed room. Many other alluring bodies, just like hers, were tightly bound by ropes. Her gaze swept across the surroundings, observing that the bound bodies were also immobile. The ropes dug deeply into their skin, and even through the thin clothing, the marks of the ropes were visible. A few individuals who seemed to have woken up were struggling in frustration, their weak moans and helpless struggles filling the space. Their movements caused the ropes on their bodies to tighten, the sound of each tightening clearly audible, as if reminding everyone of their helplessness. Some, however, seemed resigned, lying quietly on the ground, their bodies firmly bound as if all struggle were in vain. Blankets were spread on the floor, providing a slight barrier against the cold ground, but offering little comfort. These individuals stared blankly at the ceiling, occasionally letting out faint sighs, the despair of forced submission evident on their faces. The rest were like Xianling before, still unconscious. They were tightly entangled by ropes, their arms and legs bound together, their bodies presenting a helpless posture in their slumber. In their unconsciousness, they seemed oblivious to their surroundings, with only the deep rope marks and slightly reddened skin on their bodies indicating what they had endured. This is... a human trafficking den?! Where exactly had Lisa sold her?! "Mmmph?" Xianling let out a muffled whimper. She tried to shift her body, heavily bound by ropes, feeling the tightening of the ropes on her skin, bringing waves of stinging pain and helplessness. Her body was so tightly bound that the fabric of her dress could not conceal the shame brought by the restraints. At this moment, she was wearing a light blue floral short dress. The hem was adorned with small white floral patterns, the petals delicately embroidered onto the fabric, giving a fresh and soft impression. The short dress was designed to be loose, its thigh-high length originally allowing for free movement. But now, as she twisted her body, the hem was tightly confined by the binding ropes, forming countless shameful creases. These creases were deeply pressed, the fabric squeezed by the ropes, revealing irregular marks, and the alluring curves of her delicate body were vividly outlined by the ropes. Her slender, exposed legs below the hem were encased in pale pink pantyhose. The pantyhose were thin and breathable, clinging to her long legs and outlining their graceful lines. However, her legs were now tightly bound together, the ropes coiling around them from the root of her thighs to her ankles, deeply pressing the pantyhose fabric into her flesh. The intricate knots divided the skin of her legs into numerous marks, and the pale pink pantyhose were squeezed by the ropes, leaving obvious imprints, appearing extremely shameful. On her feet, she wore a pair of blue crystal-strapped high heels. The shoes were elegantly and exquisitely designed, with straps crisscrossing around her slender ankles, forming a cute bow. The straps were made of white fabric, complementing the pale pink pantyhose. Originally intended to showcase her foot's curves, the Amidst the roar of the firestorm, Tina unhesitatingly pulled out another small vial filled with a purplish-black liquid. She knew that taking this forbidden drug this time might drive her mad, turning her into a slave to desire, but she would rather face such a risk than be burned to ashes in her powerlessness. Her resolve firm, she quickly uncapped the vial and downed the heart-stopping purplish-black potion in one gulp. As soon as the liquid touched her lips and tongue, it began to trigger a series of chemical reactions within her body. Tina's body started to tremble subtly under the influence of the potion, as if countless tiny currents were surging through her veins. Almost instantly, a purplish-black sheen began to emanate from within her body, slowly spreading outwards, enveloping her entire form in a mysterious and alluring glow. This radiance was not merely a visual transformation; it actually began to condense into clothing on her skin. The initial strands of light quickly wove themselves into a purplish-black skirt, designed for both protection and seduction. The skirt was form-fitting, its purplish-black material resembling liquid metal, accentuating Tina's figure while providing necessary defense. The front of the skirt was more revealing, held by only a few thin straps tied at the nape of her neck, then cascading down the front to form a V-shaped, plunging neckline that bared a large expanse of her shoulders and back. These straps crisscrossed over her chest, forming an intricate pattern that both secured the skirt and added visual appeal. A high slit extended from the waist to the hem, revealing almost her entire leg, with only a thin layer of purplish-black fabric concealing her most intimate parts, making it impossible to look away and imbuing her with unparalleled allure. The hemline shifted with exquisite delicacy, its sheen flowing smoothly, swaying gently with Tina's every movement, shimmering with seductive light. "Winter's Domain!" Tina's voice echoed through the air with an undeniable power. Empowered by the Witch's Wedding Dress, her magic surged, and she instantly unleashed a powerful forbidden spell. As the incantation fell, a chilling force rapidly spread from around Tina, causing the temperature to plummet, as if the surroundings had been instantly plunged into an abyss of extreme cold. Under the effect of Winter's Domain, the raging firestorm abruptly halted. The scorching, violent flames gradually lost their heat in the icy aura, their brilliance dimming as if suppressed by an unseen force. The next moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded: the flames within the firestorm began to be covered in frost, the tongues of fire stiffening in the extreme cold, eventually being frozen solid. Throughout the space, the forces of heat and cold clashed, the firestorm completely suppressed by the encroaching Winter's Domain, the frozen flames suspended in the air like solidified sculptures. Unlike Xian Ling, Tina's Witch's Wedding Dress allowed her to unleash the full potential of her witch's power. Xian Ling, to avoid her will being eroded by the witch's artifacts, could not exert her full strength under restraint, whereas Tina's wedding dress completely liberated her abilities, making her forbidden spells even more flawless. The power displayed by Winter's Domain far surpassed ordinary frost magic; its overwhelming aura, capable of freezing everything, instantly disintegrated the once invincible firestorm. A flicker of shock and panic crossed Xian Ling's beautiful eyes. She had never expected her opponent to also possess a Witch's Wedding Dress. The purplish-black skirt on Tina, radiating an ominous glow, had clearly granted her immense power. However, Xian Ling now had no retreat, caught within the confines of the enchantment. As the witch's key enchantment took effect, her originally light and flowing rainbow-colored gauze skirt began to transform. The radiance of the rainbow-colored gauze skirt gradually dimmed, its vibrant, flowing colors turning dark and distorted, as if an unseen force was altering it from within. At first, the skirt merely tightened slightly, but as the enchantment deepened, its texture gradually shifted from soft to heavy, as if it were drawing power from the air. The smooth gauze slowly became viscous, gradually turning into liquid. The edges of the skirt began to cling to Xian Ling's skin, contracting inwards along her body's curves. Her limbs were progressively encased, the once graceful skirt now tightening around her like a giant net, gradually losing its lightness. The tightening of the skirt began at her shoulders, the silk-like thin gauze clinging to her collarbones and shoulders, rapidly constricting her arms. Xian Ling tried to struggle, but her wrists were already bound behind her, the ropes binding her arms now utterly useless in helping her escape her predicament. The skirt, as if alive, slid down her arms, gently but mercilessly binding them tightly, its once ethereal texture now tough and viscous, gradually coiling around her wrists and elbows, finally restraining her arms completely, pressing them against her back, rendering her immobile. Xian Ling's fingers trembled slightly, but she could only feebly feel the tightening pressure of the skirt. Simultaneously, the skirt's transformation spread downwards along her waist, her slender waist being tightly wrapped by the skirt's liquid-like texture. It clung to her skin, rising and falling with her breath, as if intending to completely consume her body. The skirt's texture was no longer smooth, fine gauze but had become a completely impermeable liquid membrane, sealing every inch of her skin. Her legs were no exception; the skirt extended downwards from the hem, rapidly climbing her knees, calves, and all the way to her ankles. The originally soft hem now possessed immense binding force, tightly encasing her legs together, fundamentally stripping her of her ability to move. Completely stripped of her ability to resist, Xian Ling, like a cocoon wrapped in tight restraints, fell powerlessly from mid-air onto the cold ground. The Witch's Wedding Dress tightly bound her limbs, firmly imprisoning her delicate body. The rope-like restraints tightened continuously along her curves like liquid, preventing her from making any effective struggle. Her body was bound by the liquefied Witch's Wedding Dress, her curves becoming even more pronounced. The restraint of the Witch's Wedding Dress forced her hands behind her back and her legs together, making her soft waist and firm bust appear particularly alluring within the confines. Every slight wriggle caused her body to twist slightly on the ground, the curve of her chest pressed out becoming fuller, and the curve of her hips becoming more seductive. Xian Ling attempted to move, slightly twisting her shoulders, but every inch of her skin was tightly encased, making her movements extremely slow. Her shoulders lifted slightly upwards, but due to the binding force, they could not rise too high. Her entire upper body could only lift slightly off the ground before returning to it, making a faint rustling sound. Her waist could not straighten within the tight binding, her abdomen rising and falling slightly with her breath, her waistline forced to remain in a curved posture. Her legs were bound together and could not be separated. She could only try her best to bend her knees, using her knees and toes to push her body forward a short distance on the ground. As her knees bent, her hips lifted slightly, the skirt clinging to her legs and sliding slightly with her movements. Xian Ling's body wriggled slowly on the ground, her legs unable to fully extend. Her knees continuously tried to tighten inwards and then push outwards, propelling her body forward a short distance. Her ankles were pressed tightly together by the binding, her toes feebly rubbing against the ground, attempting to provide support. However, the taut skirt severely limited her movements, greatly restricting the range of motion in her legs. Just as Xian Ling's body was almost completely immobilized by the restraints, the vibrator deep within her skirt suddenly accelerated its vibration frequency, instantly reaching its peak. The intense vibration from the vibrator transmitted from her sensitive areas, surging into her body like a relentless tide. The continuous vibration precisely stimulated the depths of her honeyed cavity, bringing wave after wave of intense pleasure. As the vibration frequency continued to climb, Xian Ling's body began to twitch uncontrollably. Her tightly bound limbs and contorted posture prevented her from moving freely, forcing her to tremble slightly on the ground, enduring the onslaught of pleasure. Her legs were bound together, unable to escape the violent vibrations, her chest heaving, her breathing becoming rapid. The pleasure seemed to have completely taken over her body, the vibration deep within her honeyed cavity making it almost unbearable, her entire being tensed to the limit. Finally, Xian Ling could no longer suppress the reaction within her body, and a powerful orgasm rapidly struck. Her body trembled violently under the impact of the orgasm, the contractions deep within her honeyed cavity uncontrollable, followed by a gush of arousal fluid. Her legs tensed due to the orgasm, and the arousal fluid quickly overflowed from the gap between her legs, moistening the skirt clinging to her skin. The arousal fluid continued to spray, flowing down her thighs, dripping onto the cold ground. The orgasm did not stop at one. As the vibrator continued to vibrate, intense pleasure attacked her senses wave after wave. Her body convulsed within its powerless restraints, the aftershocks of the orgasm still spreading within her, the arousal fluid between her legs increasing, almost soaking her thighs. The vibration of the vibrator plunged her body into the abyss of pleasure, the afterglow of the orgasm causing her to tremble uncontrollably, the arousal fluid spraying non-stop, filling the entire space. Meanwhile, Tina's sharp gaze was fixed on the bound Xian Ling in the distance, her mind beginning to blur. The side effects of the forbidden drug she had taken surged through her mind like a tidal wave, intense hunger and desire relentlessly eroding her reason, her heartbeat accompanied by uncontrollable pleasure. Although her body was being destroyed by desire, the flames of anger and the determination for revenge burned through all her strength. This complex emotion drove Tina to angrily wave her hand and take firm steps. Her strides were heavy and resolute, as if even the cold ground could feel her rage. In a mere few seconds, she crossed the frozen space and quickly arrived beside Xian Ling. She exuded intense malice and determination, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "I will make you pay!" Tina's voice echoed through the frozen space, cold and filled with venom. Her tone was firm, revealing a ruthless resolve, "Even if I lose my mind due to the side effects of this forbidden drug, I will ensure you suffer the same fate as me." As her words fell, Tina slightly raised her hand and took out a bottle emitting a pink, hazy glow from her spatial ring. This special liquid shimmered alluringly in the cold air, exuding an eerie, ghostly aura. Tina's expression was serious, and she clutched the bottle, its contents particularly striking in the dim light. "This is the drug our Witch's Guild uses to deal with traitors, a forbidden drug stripped of its witch's power, which can also cause one to continuously indulge in lust amidst boundless hunger and pleasure until they are completely drained and lose themselves," Tina's voice was as hard as ice, revealing her resolve to administer this drug. "It's only fitting to make you feel the same as me!" Tina's words were a blend of desperation and malice. She gently shook the bottle, preparing to use its contents on Xian Ling. The pink liquid swirled within the bottle, swaying gently with Tina's movements, reflecting a faint glow. Xian Ling instinctively tried to shake her head to evade the impending threat, but her movements were restricted by the tight binding, making any effective evasion almost impossible. As she struggled, Tina quickly and roughly grabbed her chin, lifting it to force her to face her. Xian Ling's small mouth was stuffed with a gag, preventing her from closing her lips or making any sound of protest. Tina's palm tightly gripped her chin, her strength enough to make Xian Ling feel her resolve and anger. In this situation, Xian Ling could only gaze at Tina helplessly, her eyes filled with fear and panic. Due to the gag, Xian Ling could not swallow her saliva, causing it to accumulate and slowly overflow from the edges of the gag. With Tina's movements and Xian Ling's anxiety, this saliva began to drip down her chin, fine streams tracing wet paths on her neck and bound chest. "Stop!!" The man in the black robe suddenly let out a low but urgent shout, breaking the cold silence. Witnessing the scene before him, his previously calm, observing expression vanished instantly, replaced by deep anxiety and anger. His voice carried an undeniable authority as he attempted to stop Tina from destroying Xian Ling with his words, "That's the slave I bid on! If you ruin her, you'll be openly violating the Witch's Guild's rules! Aren't you afraid of being punished by the organization for it?!" "Sister Xianling, don't worry! Hurry up and tie me up~~" The little elf Loran was not afraid at all, but instead looked excited, her eyes full of eagerness. She naturally put her hands behind her back, tilted her head slightly, and urged Xianling's subordinate to act quickly, to use the rope in her hand on her as soon as possible. Here's what happened: During a recent seduction of a slave hunter, they accidentally learned that the Black Rose organization planned to transport all recently captured elves to a secret location. Upon hearing this news, Qiurui had a bold idea. She suggested that Xianling and herself disguise as slave hunters, while Loran would act as a captured elf slave, thereby getting close to the core location of the Black Rose organization. "Don't worry, Xianling," Qiurui waved her hand dismissively, saying with a relaxed smile, "Loran is protected by an elf amulet. Even if something unexpected happens, the amulet will be enough to buy time, and reinforcements from Qimu Town will arrive soon. There won't be any major problems." Seeing Xianling still hesitant, Qiurui couldn't help but shake her head slightly, a hint of a helpless smile on her lips. Seeing that Xianling was slow to act, she simply took the rope from her hand and walked towards Loran with a decisive air. Qiurui gently pressed Loran's shoulders, positioning her arms in a crossed, chest-hugging pose, allowing Loran's arms to naturally support her breasts. Loran's arms were crossed in front of her chest, her forearms pressed tightly together, forming a natural support. Seeing this, Qiurui skillfully picked up a long rope and began to wrap it around Loran's crossed forearms layer by layer. The rope wrapped around Loran's forearms seven or eight times, tightened snugly, and firmly secured her arms in this crossed position. Then, Qiurui tied a knot in the gap between her crossed forearms. The knot was tightly secured in the gap, stabilizing the entire binding structure and making it more difficult to break free after being tied. Next, Qiurui picked up two more ropes and firmly tied Loran's wrists. She tied her left wrist to her left elbow and her right wrist close to the crook of her right arm, wrapping and knotting them so that her hands could not be separated at all. In this way, Loran's arms were tightly secured in a crossed, chest-hugging pose below her chest. The ropes wrapped around her arms like a straitjacket, forming a tight and secure restraint. Loran looked down at her bound, immobile arms, a look of curiosity on her face, feeling a delicate and exquisite pressure from being wrapped in this peculiar pose. "Huh? This way of tying is so strange~" Loran tilted her head slightly and murmured curiously. The binding of her upper body was just completed, and she couldn't wait to try to twist her body gently. Her arms were tightly secured in front of her chest, held together firmly. She struggled slightly, but her hands couldn't separate at all. The ropes wrapped around her forearms and wrists didn't budge. She tried to twist her wrists harder again, but the more she struggled, the tighter the ropes seemed to become, and her hands became even more immobile. As she struggled slightly, her hands were pressed tightly below her soft breasts. The slightly raised position caused her breasts to tremble slightly, and they bounced up and down with her struggles. Loran's cheeks instantly flushed, a sense of indescribable shyness surged in her heart, and her lowered eyes held a hint of involuntary panic. "You little girl, don't move around, it's not finished yet!" Qiurui pulled the end of the rope to her chest and began to wrap it around Loran's soft breasts, layer by layer. Each wrap tightly encased the pair of full, plump breasts. After seven or eight wraps, the rope had deeply constricted the base of her breasts, and "Wuwuwu ahhh! No!! Bastard!!", under the black-armored man's unrestrained touch, Xian Ling's expression grew more dazed, her eyes filled with shame, anger, and helplessness. She tried to focus her mind to continue chanting the incantation, but her body's reactions were completely out of her control. Panting sounds involuntarily escaped her lips, and all her sensitive parts were firmly grasped by his hands, preventing her from escaping this intense stimulation and humiliation. In her shame and anger, Xian Ling gritted her teeth, despair and unwillingness intertwined within her, leaving her no choice but to push the Witch's Wedding Dress's effects to their limit. Accompanied by a surge of energy, the vibrator inserted into her body instantly became larger, filling her honeyed cavity to bursting, causing her body to tremble slightly from the unbearable fullness. The seven-colored wedding dress, somewhat tattered from the battle, regained its dazzling luster under the surge of energy, emitting a soft yet firm barrier that repelled external touches. The black-armored man's hand attempted to approach again, but was pushed back by the light. His fingertips felt a strong phản lực upon touching the barrier, forcing him to frown and step back. Due to the intense and continuous vibration beneath her skirt, Xian Ling's body lost its support. Her legs went weak, making it impossible to stand, and she finally collapsed onto the ground, powerless. Her chest heaved violently, her rapid breaths particularly clear in the silence. Sweat trickled down her flushed cheeks, dripping onto the ground, emitting a faint coolness. As she fell, the hem of the seven-colored wedding dress scattered with her movement, revealing her slender, bound legs. The skin of her legs, encased in white pantyhose, showed faint red marks from the tightness, appearing exceptionally alluring. The vibrator's trembling within her intensified, the continuous stimulation causing her legs to tremble slightly, her muscles tensing from the unbearable sensation. Losing her balance, Xian Ling fell helplessly to the ground, her body's restraints and pleasure making her breathing even more rapid. At this moment, the Witch's Key's seal was triggered again, emitting a faint glow. The ropes on her ankles suddenly came to life, extending a flexible thin rope that quickly and precisely connected to the knot on her back. The rope slowly tightened, exerting an irresistible force that gently lifted her waist, forcing her entire body into an arched posture. Her legs were pulled taut, her ankles cocked, forming a "four-horse binding" posture. Xian Ling's chest rose upwards, her already proud breasts becoming even fuller and more alluring in this position. The collar of her dress slipped slightly, revealing sweat-dampened skin that trembled with her rapid breaths. This movement forced Xian Ling's legs to be clamped tightly together, the pressure between her knees pushing the vibrator deeper inside, multiplying the pleasure. The foreign object intensely stimulated every nerve, causing her body to twitch uncontrollably. The feeling of being filled blurred her consciousness, pleasure surging like a tide, overwhelming her remaining sanity. Under this irresistible stimulation, a large amount of arousal fluid secreted from her honeyed cavity, slowly sliding down her legs encased in pantyhose. The transparent liquid glistened slightly in the air, dripping down her taut skin onto the ground with a faint sound, splashing tiny droplets and exuding a decadent atmosphere. Xian Ling still wanted to continue chanting the incantation. She tried to steady her breathing, her lips parting slightly, about to utter a few complex spell characters. But at this very moment, the black-armored man let out a cold laugh, a glint of cunning in his eyes. He had found a way to break through the Witch's Wedding Dress's defense. His right hand rapidly transformed into a dense shadow, piercing through the obstruction of the seven-colored wedding dress's light. The shadow penetrated the protective barrier, its icy touch delving into Xian Ling's private parts. Although the Witch's Wedding Dress's defense was powerful, it was now powerless against the black-armored man's special method. Xian Ling's delicate body trembled instantly, her face flashing with a mixture of shock and shame. Although the black-armored man's hand could not exert more force due to magical restrictions, it was enough to make Xian Ling's nerves tense again. Pleasure coursed through her body like an electric current. Her body, already teetering on the brink of climax from the vibrator's continuous stimulation, was instantly engulfed by pleasure by this sudden touch. As his fingertips brushed against her skin, covered by the pantyhose, the cold sensation made Xian Ling's body jolt. The black-armored man's palm rested between her legs, pausing for a moment as if to feel the softness and sensitivity of her skin. The quiet air was gently broken by his fingers, and as they slowly tightened, the surface of the pantyhose became even more taut, clinging to Xian Ling's skin and accentuating the curves of her legs even more alluringly. A cold smile flickered across the black-armored man's lips. He applied slight pressure with his fingers, the tips digging into the surface of the pantyhose. The fine fabric tore open with a "rip" sound. The black-armored man's gaze became more focused, his fingers gradually probing into the tear, slowly pulling outwards. His movements were unhurried, as if savoring the ripping process. Wherever his fingers passed, the fabric tore layer by layer, Xian Ling's skin gradually exposed to the air. The sound of tearing fabric was particularly jarring in the silent space. The pantyhose were ripped apart inch by inch. Xian Ling's legs trembled slightly from shame and nervousness, her skin flushing. The black-armored man's fingers continued to move upwards, the fabric tearing rapidly in his hands until it reached her crotch. His movements were teasing as he forcefully pulled the fabric at the crotch, and the fabric tore again with a crisp ripping sound, completely splitting open. Xian Ling's breathing became rapid. Her legs, bound, could not be brought together, and her sensitive parts were completely exposed to the black-armored man. The slight coolness of the air hit her skin, making it even more sensitive as it stretched taut. The black-armored man's fingertips gently glided over her exposed skin, bringing a cold sensation that made her body tremble again. His palm rested on her exposed parts, gently caressing them with a probing and playful intent. Fragments of torn fabric still clung to her legs, possessing a broken beauty that highlighted her irresistible posture. A cold smile spread across the black-armored man's lips. His hand slowly moved to Xian Ling's sensitive area, his palm firmly pressing down on the vibrating device with an irresistible force. As his palm increased pressure, the vibrator penetrated deeper into Xian Ling's body, making close contact with her sensitive points. An intense vibration immediately emanated from deep within her body, surging through her nerves like an electric current, pleasure engulfing her entire being. "Ahhh! Stop!" Xian Ling's scream echoed in the empty space, her voice laced with suppressed pain and uncontrollable pleasure. Her body trembled uncontrollably from the unbearable sensation. The forced posture left her completely unable to resist, while the black-armored man's hand increased its force more brazenly, his fingertips chillingly pressing down on the device, adjusting the angle of vibration to ensure every inch of her sensitive skin was stimulated to the extreme. Xian Ling's breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently, her face flushed a deep red, her eyes filled with unbearable shame and pleasure. Her body writhed involuntarily, trying to escape this profound stimulation, but each struggle only pushed the vibrator deeper into her body, bringing more intense pleasure. The black-armored man sneered, watching her scream in helplessness, his hand occasionally varying the pressure, savoring her gradual breakdown. Xian Ling's body was consumed by the flames of desire, the pleasure within her reaching its tipping point. Her skin was flushed a faint red from shame and pleasure, her breathing rapid and erratic, her legs weak from the restraints, her body trembling uncontrollably. The reason deep within her mind flickered like a weak flame in this tide of desire. She knew that if this continued, she would be completely swallowed by pleasure, losing all resistance. "I can't… I absolutely cannot!" Xian Ling gritted her teeth, a resolute glint in her eyes. She realized that only by using the power of the forbidden spell could she escape this humiliating situation. Although, as a price, she would completely lose her ability to resist after releasing the forbidden spell, leaving her at the mercy of others. The moment the Witch's Key was activated, the seven-colored power rapidly spread out from Xian Ling, intense light converging around her. The surge of power condensed at her lips, ultimately transforming into a shameful gag, tightly clamping her red lips and embedding between her teeth. Her originally high-pitched screams were forcibly suppressed, turning into broken moans, carrying a hint of helplessness intertwined with pleasure. The black-armored man's expression shifted from amusement to vigilance, his brows furrowed deeply. He noticed that as the seven-colored light spread, the surrounding magical elements suddenly became violent, and a wild, uncontrollable force surged through the air. Beneath the gentle moans and alluring posture, a terrifying killing intent was about to erupt. The black-armored man felt a chill run down his spine, his survival instincts telling him that danger was approaching. He quickly withdrew his hand from beneath Xian Ling's skirt, the residual warmth of her body still on his fingertips, but he had no time for details. The black-armored man's heart pounded, a flicker of panic in his eyes. Without hesitation, he turned and rapidly retreated into the shadows, darkness swallowing his form as he desperately tried to escape this space that was about to be destroyed. Xian Ling's body trembled slightly, the pleasure from the restraints and seals mixed with the impending release of power, causing a fine layer of sweat to bead on her skin. The seven-colored light intensified, and the air filled with the roar of magical elements. The black-armored man had already vanished into the shadows, his escape hurried and panicked, while the surging power foreshadowed the imminent disruption of the entire space's balance and a fierce counterattack. Before he could take more than a few steps, his shadowy form was struck by the violent fire element. Under the scorching heat, the black-armored man's body was quickly forced back into a solid state. He let out a pained growl, his skin showing blackened marks from the high temperature, his battle qi defense instantly shattered. Astonishment and fear mingled on his face, sweat and scorching heat mixing, trickling down his cheeks. The black-armored man looked back at Xian Ling, bound to the ground in the "four-horse" posture, in disbelief. The seven-colored light emanated continuously from her, carrying an irresistible pressure. Although Xian Ling's eyes were half-open, trembling from the restraints and pleasure, under the seven-colored radiance, she appeared both fragile and powerful, like a witch on the verge of awakening. His heart pounded violently in his chest, his gaze filled with deep terror and despair. This feeling, suffocating and inescapable, instantly reminded him of his master's unyielding aura. His body contorted in the scorching fire element, the black-armored man felt trapped with no escape. The surrounding magic began to surge towards him, like immense pressure, locking him in place. He had only encountered such irresistible oppression from his master. As Xian Ling's lust, intertwined with torment and pleasure, gradually climbed to its peak, the magic within her also reached its limit. The forbidden spell's incantation solidified at this moment, seven-colored light rapidly condensing around her, causing the entire space to tremble. The forbidden spell – Crimson Lotus Hell – unleashed its irresistible power at this moment. The air suddenly erupted with the roar of flames, as if countless furious fire sprites were charging towards the black-armored man. A flicker of fear flashed in his eyes, mingled with despair in his astonishment. His lips trembled slightly, his eyes widened, almost unable to conceal his inner collapse. "No!!" he roared hysterically, his voice filled with despair and unwillingness. However, this cry was instantly swallowed by the exploding fire lotuses. Fire lotuses formed of flames bloomed around him, one after another, like countless blooming flowers of death, engulfing him in an endless sea of fire. The flames roared, burning everything, the air filled with the scent of heat and destruction. The black-armored man's form twisted violently in the flames. The scorching flames rapidly consumed his body, the pungent smell of burning flesh spreading. His battle qi defense instantly collapsed, his body turning to ash under the erosion of the flames. The flames gradually subsided, the air still retaining a high temperature, emitting a burnt smell. Xian Ling's eyes shimmered with seven-colored light, her gaze carrying the lingering aftereffects and a hint of indescribable fatigue. Her lips were slightly pale from biting the gag for so long, a moist sheen at the corners of her mouth. Her cheeks were soaked with saliva, which traced the curve of her chin, slid down her slender neck, and gradually seeped into the skin bound by the ropes, moistening the delicate skin and giving it a shiny, alluring sheen. Lorraine observed the sleeping Xianling's posture, her gaze lingering on the side-lying position. After a moment, she decided to start with the simpler bindings. Xianling remained motionless on the bed, her slender legs, encased in white silk stockings, pressed lightly together. Her pose was natural and graceful, as if offering Lorraine the perfect opportunity to begin. Lorraine slowly leaned down, moving to the foot of the bed. The rope slid smoothly through her hands, a hint of excitement in her eyes. Lorraine's movements were cautious. She steadied Xianling's ankle with one hand, while the other wrapped the rope around her delicate ankle, encompassing both the soft white silk and her skin. The rope wound slowly around her ankle, each loop adjusted to the right position to ensure neither too tight nor too loose for effective securing. Six turns of the rope lay snugly side-by-side, with no gaps between them, appearing neat and precise. Next, Lorraine adjusted the rope vertically, pulling both ends over the inner and outer sides of the ankle. She tightened them firmly and tied two securing knots in the middle. Her fingers moved nimbly between the ropes, her actions precise and practiced. The rope gradually conformed to Xianling's white stockings, the knots tied securely but without appearing messy. Her movements remained gentle, avoiding waking Xianling while also allowing the rope to lie more naturally against her skin. After completing the basic binding, Lorraine gave the rope a slight tug, ensuring the tension was just right. As the rope slid through her hands, it emitted a faint friction sound. Accompanied by a slight pull, Xianling's ankle tensed slightly backward. The white silk was imprinted with a shallow mark by the rope, but it did not detract from the elegant lines of her beautiful legs. Her gaze swept over Xianling's peaceful sleeping face again, confirming that her actions had not disturbed her, before she slowly tidied the end of the rope and gathered the remaining length into a neat knot. "Sister Xianling's legs are so long~!" Lorraine's gaze held a touch of awe as she looked down at the binding she had just completed. Xianling's ankles were now firmly secured by the rope. Next, she decided to continue wrapping the rope higher up. She slowly picked up the rope, gently supporting Xianling's calf and adjusting the angle. The rope slid flexibly through her hands. After wrapping it horizontally four times, she paused, then switched to wrapping it vertically twice. She then slowly tightened the rope, carefully tying a knot with her fingertips. The knot lay close to the surface of the white stockings, further accentuating the graceful curves of her shapely calves. Lorraine observed the completed binding, her brow furrowing slightly as she realized with surprise that there was still a section of Xianling's calf left unbound. She murmured softly to herself, then took out a new length of rope and proceeded to bind it in the same manner. The rope was again wrapped horizontally around the calf four times, reinforced twice with vertical ropes, and finally secured with a knot tied with practiced skill. The two sets of ropes lay closely together, firmly encasing Xianling's calf from ankle to below the knee, both neat and visually striking. Having completed the calf binding, Lorraine shifted her gaze to Xianling's knees. She gently straightened Xianling's legs and began wrapping the rope from above the knees, securing one end with one hand and wrapping the rope into place with the other. A set of ropes was wrapped above and below each knee, with moderate tension to ensure security without appearing too rigid. Her fingers moved quickly between the knots, tying them tightly but neatly, the lines conforming more closely to the shape of Xianling's beautiful legs in white stockings. Lorraine's gaze then fell upon Xianling's elegant thighs. She adjusted her position, kneeling beside Xianling, and began wrapping the rope around the middle of her thighs. The rope clung to the skin and the surface of the white stockings with each turn. Five strands of rope divided the thighs into even sections. Lorraine meticulously checked the position and tightness of the ropes with her fingertips, then tied a knot in the middle for reinforcement. At this point, Xianling's legs were bound tightly and neatly from ankle to thigh. The lines of her silk-stockinged legs were further accentuated by the restraints of the rope, the entire ensemble resembling the beautiful tail of a mermaid. From any angle, these pressed-together, silk-stockinged legs were completely secured, unable to separate at all. "Mmm~?" Xianling's body trembled slightly. Her silk-stockinged legs, now bound, twitched restlessly a few times. She had a strange dream, as if she were in the deep blue sea, transformed into a graceful and beautiful mermaid. In her dream, her tail swayed gently, and her silvery-blue scales shimmered with brilliant colors in the sunlight filtering through the water. She swam freely through the deep sea, feeling the gentle touch of the currents against her body, her long hair swaying with the waves. Everything felt so beautiful and tranquil. However, as she swam, the surrounding seaweed quietly gathered, and soft tendrils began to wrap around her tail fin. At first, she didn't notice, only feeling that her tail movements were slightly sluggish. As time passed, the seaweed wrapped more tightly, encircling her tail in layers, like weaving a soft yet strong net. Her tail fin gradually lost its flexibility, and her movements became increasingly restricted. The restraint of the seaweed grew stronger, the tightening sensation becoming almost unbearable. In her dream, she struggled to break free, but no matter how hard she tried, the seaweed seemed to possess an irresistible force, wrapping deeper and tighter with each turn. Once her tail was completely bound, she felt an indescribable pressure, as if her freedom had been stripped away, leaving her to be fixed to the seabed by the seaweed. She furrowed her brow slightly and let out a low whimper, as if silently expressing her unease. Deep within the dream, her consciousness seemed to intertwine with reality. The binding of her legs made her dream feel even more real. The sensation of being restrained was identical to the pressure of the seaweed wrapping around her tail in the dream. Xianling tried to twist her legs but found herself unable to escape this state, the lines of her bound body becoming increasingly distinct. In her dream, she was bound in the tranquility and oppression of the deep sea, unable to break free, yet deep down, she felt a strange stirring, intertwined with unease. "Is she waking up?" Lorraine murmured to herself, a wave of nervousness washing over her. Her gaze involuntarily fixed on Xianling's face. She held her breath, afraid to make any unnecessary sound, lest her movements wake her. Xianling on the bed furrowed her brows slightly, her sleeping face revealing a hint of unease, as if she had experienced something troubling in her dream. Lorraine's heart leaped into her throat, and she couldn't help but wonder, "Is Sister having a nightmare?" Xianling's brows remained tightly knitted, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, as if she might wake at any moment. Lorraine hesitated, then tentatively reached out, her movements extremely gentle. She carefully brushed aside a few strands of black hair that had fallen onto Xianling's forehead. Her fingertips traced the soft strands, slowly sweeping them away from Xianling's forehead, her actions full of a comforting intent. As she observed Xianling's expression, she unconsciously softened her breathing. As Lorraine's hand moved, Xianling's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and her previously tense expression softened. Seeing this, Lorraine's heart eased slightly. She gently withdrew her hand, but her gaze remained fixed on Xianling's peaceful sleeping face. The air by the bedside was filled with a faint scent of incense, its warm aroma also helping Xianling to calm the unease from her dream. Time passed slowly. Xianling's breathing gradually deepened and became even. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, and she returned to a deep sleep. Lorraine watched for a while, confirming that the other woman had completely settled down. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief and lean back against the bedside, completely relaxed. Lorraine held the rope in her hand and first wrapped it around Xianling's right wrist, tightening it gently and coiling it several times to ensure the rope lay snugly. She quickly adjusted the other end of the rope to Xianling's left wrist, wrapping it just as meticulously, binding both wrists symmetrically and securely. Then, she carefully supported Xianling's upper body, her movements gentle yet firm. Using her spiritual power, she controlled the angle of the rope, causing both wrists to move backward simultaneously, gradually adjusting them to a position behind her back. Xianling's upper body tilted slightly during this process, forming a graceful arc, her hands pulled behind her until they overlapped naturally. Lorraine released the end of the rope and personally grasped Xianling's two jade hands, precisely binding them behind her back. After adjusting the position of her hands, she began wrapping the rope from the wrists. The rope coiled around both wrists, and after four turns, they were tightly bound together. Lorraine then passed the rope through the center of the coils, wrapped it horizontally twice, and with a gentle pull of her fingers, the rope gradually tightened until her hands were completely secured. As she tied the knots, her movements were even more cautious, ensuring the knots were firm and unlikely to slip. After completing the wrist binding, Lorraine adjusted the rope upwards, moving it to Xianling's elbows. She carefully brought her arms together and wrapped the rope horizontally around her elbows several times, then secured it in the middle with the end of the rope. The rope fit perfectly at each position on her arms, both secure and without any unnecessary gaps. Lorraine adjusted and observed as she went, ensuring the binding achieved the desired effect. Finally, she shifted her gaze to Xianling's upper arms. With practiced ease, she picked up the rope and began to bind them. She supported Xianling's upper arms with her hands, brought them together, and wrapped them five times using the same method. The rope was pulled from both ends, and another knot was tied for reinforcement. The entire process was steady and precise. After the binding was complete, Xianling's arms were firmly secured behind her back, presenting a Y-shaped straight-arm posture. At this point, the lines between her hands, elbows, and upper arms were more clearly defined by the rope, and Lorraine meticulously checked the tension of the rope, ensuring no areas were missed. "Hmph~" Xianling let out a soft hum, her voice tinged with suppression and unease. Her shoulders were pulled tightly backward by the rope around her upper arms, forcing her body to lean forward. Her chest was pushed up, prominently displaying her full, large breasts. Her chest appeared even more voluptuous due to the compression, and the pressure from the binding made her body involuntarily tense. She could almost feel the texture of the tightening rope against her skin. This sense of restraint gradually seeped into her consciousness, evolving into a deeper unease in her dream. In the dream, her tail was already tightly bound by seaweed, rendering it immobile. Now, those tendrils seemed to come alive and slowly extended towards her upper body. She was shocked to find that her hands were also being wrapped by seaweed, from her wrists to her arms, binding them in layers, and finally securing her hands firmly behind her back. Xianling tried to break free. She twisted her hands forcefully, wanting to liberate them from the restraints behind her, but the more she struggled, the more she felt the rope-like restraint intensify. Her wrists were tightened, and her arms were held together behind her back in an extremely awkward position. She tried hard to separate her arms but to no avail. That sense of powerlessness became increasingly intense in her dream. Her body twitched slightly with her struggles. Her shoulders began to ache from the inability to break free. The oppressive restraint made her dream more vivid, as if the seaweed entwining her were mocking her helplessness, completely confining her under their control. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on Xianling's forehead. The helplessness and discomfort of being bound in her dream intertwined with reality, causing her brows to furrow tightly once more. Xianling's body began to show subtle movements. Her arms struggled behind her back, and her silk-stockinged legs also kicked a few times, clearly indicating signs of waking. Lorraine watched this scene, her brow furrowing slightly. Although she was somewhat annoyed that the soporific's effect was not lasting, she knew that the progress so far was quite good. She felt a sense of relief that she had managed to reach this stage of binding before Xianling fully woke up. However, there was no time to think too much now; she had to seize the moment and complete the remaining parts. After completing the horizontal bindings, Lorrain didn't pause, quickly adjusting the direction of the ropes. She extended the rope vertically along the center of Xianling's chest, pulled it taut, and secured it to the horizontal rope in front of her chest. The rope in her hand continuously moved upwards, extending along Xianling's fair neck until it connected to the binding ropes on her upper arms. As the vertical ropes were secured, Xianling's pair of round, ample breasts were further enveloped, tightly bound by the ropes from the base of her breasts. The ropes dug deeply into the soft flesh, both restricting the breasts' freedom and creating a strong visual contrast. Lorrain's gaze quickly swept over the results of the binding, confirming that the ropes were neither loose nor slipping, before neatly gathering the remaining rope ends and tying a knot. Xianling's breasts now appeared even more voluptuous due to the restraint of the ropes, their curves accentuated. The tension of the ropes lifted her breasts slightly, displaying a visually arresting beauty, while the presence of the vertical ropes further enhanced the overall sense of connection between her chest and the other bound areas. "Mmmh~? Pain... What's happening? I can't move?" Xianling's eyes suddenly snapped open, instantly awakened by the intense feeling of restraint from the ropes tightening around the base of her breasts. She reflexively tried to sit up in bed, only to discover her hands were tightly bound behind her back, rendering any attempt to break free futile. The restraints on her wrists and arms completely limited her movement. Her brow furrowed, and her body struggled against the confinement. Xianling twisted her legs, trying to find leverage to push herself up, but was shocked to find her long, slender legs, clad in white stockings, also tightly bound together. The ropes secured them from her ankles to her thighs, leaving no room for movement. Her actions immediately froze, a deep sense of confusion and unease washing over her. The friction between her stocking-clad skin and the ropes created a peculiar sensation, a blend of restraint and pressure that made it increasingly difficult for her to remain calm. "Lorrain? What are you doing?" Xianling's voice held a hint of panic and bewilderment, her body trembling slightly from the confusion of waking up. She managed to turn her head, trying to get a clear view of her situation, but could only catch a glimpse of Lorrain, who was looking down, intently continuing her binding. Lorrain completely ignored Xianling's question, her movements decisive and swift, the rope in her hands not faltering in the slightest. Lorrain grabbed one end of the rope and quickly wrapped it around Xianling's slender waist, starting from the center of her waist. The rope coiled around her, clinging tightly to the skin beneath the thin fabric. Her hands steadily pulled the rope taut, adjusting each loop to the correct position, ensuring not only a secure binding but also a perfect accentuation of her curves. As the ropes intertwined, Xianling's shapely waist was gradually covered by layers of rope netting, the patterns of the ropes creating a striking contrast with her soft waist. The binding didn't stop there. Lorrain extended the rope to Xianling's elbows behind her back, connecting it to the ropes previously used to secure her arms. She gently pulled the rope taut, making the entire binding system more compact and ensuring Xianling's movements were completely restricted. She then guided the rope downwards, sliding it past Xianling's waist, and began weaving a net of ropes around her midsection, meticulously outlining her waistline. The ropes continued downwards, and Lorrain unhesitatingly guided them into Xianling's crotch. That area was covered by a bodysuit and white lace panties, the texture of the fabric becoming more pronounced under the friction of the ropes. Her movements were precise and decisive. After a brief pause at the base of Xianling's thighs, the rope was securely fastened, making the entire binding structure more complete. Xianling's legs trembled slightly, but the tight constriction of the ropes prevented her from separating them, leaving her at Lorrain's mercy. "Lorrain, you... what are you doing? Why did you tie me up?!" Xianling's voice was laced with panic and a questioning tone, her speech slightly hurried due to nervousness. She tried to struggle against the restraints, but the tightly bound ropes made her movements clumsy and difficult. Her fixed hands were completely unable to reach forward, only able to twist futilely behind her back. The ropes dug into her slender wrists, leaving distinct marks, and her arms ached from being stretched to their limit. Xianling struggled to lean her upper body forward, using the strength of her shoulders to painstakingly sit up. Even such a simple action required considerable effort, and a fine sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead. Her white-stockinged legs were tightly bound, her long limbs pressed together with no gaps due to the ropes. Her knees bent slightly outwards, rendering her unable to stand or move freely. Seeing Xianling's slightly annoyed expression, Lorrain's movements paused for a moment, a deep apology appearing on her pretty face. She lowered her head, her voice so soft it was almost a murmur, "I'm sorry, Sister Xianling... I just... I just thought you looked so beautiful when you were bound..." A hint of imperceptible shyness colored her words, but more than that, it was a sincere conviction. "You...", Xianling heard this and felt both annoyed and amused. This girl had really become mischievous lately. Just as she was about to scold her, she couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh. "Forget it, you've tied me up, you've seen me, can you untie me now? It's so late, stop playing around!" She tried to defuse the situation with a calm demeanor, but with her hands bound behind her back, her posture appeared even more vulnerable. Xianling's body tilted slightly, the restraints making it difficult to maintain balance, and she could only use her knees for slight support, trying to maintain a seated position. Lorrain didn't respond immediately, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. She raised her head, looking at Xianling's helpless, slightly flushed face, and bit her lip, a hint of struggle and reluctance in her eyes. "I don't want to..." Finally, Lorrain said this softly but firmly, her tone conveying an unshakeable resolve. Xianling was taken aback, not expecting the usually obedient Lorrain to refuse her request. This was unprecedented for her; she had never seen Lorrain so persistent. The little girl who always came to help at a moment's notice now seemed somewhat stubborn, even with a persistence she couldn't understand. "Lorrain?" Xianling frowned slightly, her voice tinged with confusion and disbelief. "What are you saying? Untie me quickly, or I'll really get angry!" Although her tone was gentle, it carried a hint of authority, attempting to use her elder status to bring Lorrain back to obedience. However, Lorrain merely looked up, her clear, watery eyes fixed on Xianling, her gaze devoid of its usual compliance, replaced instead by an almost pleading persistence. Xianling felt a sense of unease, never having seen Lorrain so insistent. This usually well-behaved little girl was now displaying a firmness she couldn't comprehend. A vague sense of anxiety began to rise within Xianling. She looked down at her own tightly bound body, trying to struggle free from the restraints. She slowly twisted her delicate body, trying to reach for the knots with her hands. However, her hands were bound tightly behind her back, her wrists and arms constricted by the ropes, leaving almost no room for movement. When she applied a little force, the ropes tightened even further, creating a sensation of both pressure and helplessness. She tried to break free again, but the extremely secure ropes gave her no opportunity. Xianling's gaze fell on her legs, her long, white-stockinged legs bound together and secured, her knees and ankles firmly tied by the ropes. She tried to slightly separate her legs, but found that every movement was stopped by the tension of the ropes. The more she struggled, the more pronounced the restraint became, even making her feel a suffocating sense of powerlessness. She gritted her teeth, the thought of using magic to break free flashing through her mind, but quickly dismissed it. She knew now was not the time to use magic, as the Life Fruit was currently placed in her intimate area, emitting a peculiar aura that was both suggestive and dangerous. Xianling's body trembled slightly, not just from the discomfort of the restraints, but more so from her apprehension of the Life Fruit. "Lorrain, no!? I... *whimper*?!" Xianling's voice was filled with urgency and unease as she struggled to persuade the girl in front of her to stop this farce. However, just as she began to speak, she suddenly noticed Lorrain holding a delicate gag and walking towards her step by step. Xianling's gaze immediately locked onto the gag, and her internal alarm bells went off. She immediately understood Lorrain's intention and wanted to stop her. Xianling hastily shook her head, trying to express her refusal through this action, while tightly closing her lips, giving Lorrain no opportunity. Lorrain didn't stop, however. A gentle yet determined expression flickered in her eyes as she slowly brought the gag closer. Xianling twisted her body, trying to evade it, but unfortunately, her hands were tightly bound behind her back, and her legs were also securely fastened, making effective resistance impossible. Her movements were limited, and she could only rely on weak struggles to buy time. "Lorrain, you can't!" Xianling cried out, her voice muffled by her tightly closed lips. Her head swayed back and forth, her dark hair gently swaying with the movement. A few strands of hair on her forehead stuck to her slightly flushed cheeks, making her appear even more helpless and embarrassed. A hint of mischief gleamed in Lorrain's eyes; she clearly had no intention of letting Xianling off easily. The gag in her hand slowly approached Xianling's closed lips, while her other hand stealthily moved downwards. Her movements were gentle yet decisive, her palm sliding along Xianling's tightly bound, delicate body. Her fingertips lightly traced the curves of Xianling's high breasts, feeling them subtly rise and fall under the restraint of the ropes. She bypassed the knots in front of her chest and finally stopped at the base of Xianling's thighs. Lorrain's fingers lightly slid over that sensitive area, with a probing touch. She knew very well that this was Xianling's most ticklish and sensitive spot. Her fingertips moved lightly and heavily, as if deliberately teasing Xianling's nerves, trying to make Xianling let down her guard through this method, and then make Xianling involuntarily open her mouth, thus successfully inserting the gag. "Mmmph no!! Mmmph ahh!!" Xianling suddenly felt that ticklish sensation, as if an electric current had coursed through her entire body, instantly causing her to lose control. Her delicate body began to shake and tremble uncontrollably, trying to escape the unbearable stimulation. Although her legs were tightly bound together, she still tried to twist them forcefully, causing the ropes to emit a faint rustling sound. Xianling's upper body also swayed with her trembling, her high breasts appearing even fuller under the restraint, her breathing becoming more rapid. She shook her head desperately, trying to avoid the gag in Lorrain's hand, but as the tickling sensation intensified, her consciousness became increasingly muddled. Her clenched teeth began to loosen, and her tightly closed lips parted slightly due to her panting. Lorrain seized this moment, quickly bringing the gag close to Xianling's lips and giving it a gentle push. The gag slid into the small opening. She quickly secured the straps of the gag with her hands, giving Xianling no chance to react, and then deftly tied the straps tightly, ensuring the gag was firmly in place in Xianling's mouth. Xianling's voice was immediately muffled, only broken whimpers escaping. "Mmmph no!! Mmmph mmmph!!" Xianling, now wearing the gag, looked exceptionally embarrassed and helpless. Her lips were forced slightly apart, her soft mouth completely filled by the delicate gag. The bright red gag formed a stark contrast with her fair, flawless skin. The gag's straps clung to her delicate cheeks, leaving fine marks, further accentuating her current disheveled yet alluring state. A little saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth, dripping slowly down her chin, exuding an indescribable allure. Xianling's large eyes were slightly red from panic and shyness, her long eyelashes trembling, as if silently conveying her helplessness and resistance. She tried to say something, but with the gag in place, only muffled whimpers escaped. These sounds were intermittent, mixed with gasps, making her appear even more delicate and powerless. "Hehe, Sister looks the most beautiful like this~ But to prevent Sister from moving around, I'm going to tie your hands and feet together in a horse-fetter binding~~~" Lorrain chuckled triumphantly, her face filled with innocent excitement. Her words conveyed an undeniable anticipation, as if she had already pictured Xianling completely bound in her mind. However, when she looked down to continue, she found she was running out of rope. She stopped abruptly, frowned, and muttered slightly, "Huh, ran out of rope?" Then she turned and walked briskly towards a nearby box, preparing to get new rope. "Mmmph huh?!" Xianling's eyes suddenly lit up, seizing the brief opportunity of Lorrain's departure. She didn't hesitate and quickly began to act. Her tightly bound hands couldn't help her maintain balance, but she twisted her delicate body forcefully, struggling to get up from the bed. The ropes against her skin made her movements even more clumsy and awkward. She bit down on the gag, her breathing rapid with tension, her chest heaving violently. Xianling's legs were tightly encased in white pantyhose, their long, straight lines appearing particularly alluring under the restraint of the ropes. Despite her legs being bound together, she gritted her teeth and tried her best, hopping towards the door. Her bare feet made a soft "pat" sound as they landed, each step accompanied by an unstable wobble. Her body swayed with her movements, her high breasts rising and falling with her running, becoming even more enticing with her gasps. Her long hair spread out behind her, fluttering with her movements, accentuating her current disheveled yet captivating escape. Xianling's cheeks were flushed red from running and shame, and the saliva that occasionally dripped from her mouth stained her chin, making her appear even more helpless. Her gaze was fixed on the door, as if placing all her hope on Qiu Rui, who lived next door. Fortunately, the design of the wooden house offered Xianling a glimmer of hope. Since most outsiders were subjected to strict binding and restraint, the rooms in this wooden house were almost never locked, which facilitated her escape. Xianling twisted her delicate body with difficulty, staggering towards the door, and extended her bound hands to try and push it open. Although her movements were clumsy, she finally succeeded in opening the door, which creaked softly. Meanwhile, Lorrain was taking new rope from a nearby storage box. When she turned around, she noticed the door had been opened, and Xianling was struggling to hop towards the outside. She paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on her lips. "Sister is really interesting, trying to run away." She murmured to herself, holding the rope, not rushing to chase after her, appearing quite leisurely. Xianling's escape was made extremely difficult by the bindings. Her bound white-stockinged legs could only move slowly through small hops, her bare feet landing with soft sounds. The restraints made her balance extremely poor, and each landing was accompanied by violent swaying of her upper body. Her high breasts trembled accordingly, and the marks left by the ropes were faintly visible beneath the thin fabric. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her gasps, muffled by the gag, sounded both shy and helpless. Lorrain stood at the doorway, quietly watching Xianling's slow escape, without any sense of urgency. Her steps were light and unhurried, the rope in her hand held just right, as if waiting for the next "game" to begin. She followed Xianling at a leisurely pace, as if taking a stroll, in no hurry to stop her. Xianling's pair of white-stockinged legs were bound tightly by ropes for almost two-thirds of their length. The ropes, from her ankles to the base of her thighs, were divided into seven groups, each group deeply imprinting into the stockings and her skin like iron hoops, segmenting her beautiful legs distinctly and orderly. Under the restraint, her slender legs appeared even straighter, their fair and taut contours revealed without reservation between the rope marks. With her legs securely bound, Xianling was completely immobilized, unable to bend them, and even slight movements were exceptionally difficult. Sako picked up a brand-new gag, holding it gently in his hand, seemingly hesitant. His gaze secretly flickered towards Xianling's small mouth, then quickly moved away. He asked with a slightly nervous tone, "That... do you want to gag the mouth too?" His intonation held a hint of uncertainty, his fingers restlessly rubbing the gag, clearly still conflicted. Xianling shot him a cold glance, her eyes filled with impatience and disdain. She let out a soft snort and said unceremoniously, "Stop with the nonsense. If anyone finds out, you'll be the first to die!" Her tone was icy, carrying an invisible threat that made Sako tremble. Hearing this, Sako immediately dared not say another word. He quickly nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, I understand!" He held the gag in both hands, appearing even more flustered. Fearing his hesitation would anger Xianling, he quickly brought the gag to her lips, cautiously preparing to insert it. Xianling slightly lifted her chin, her expression indifferent, but she cooperatively opened her small mouth, revealing neat teeth and soft lips. However, the gag in Sako's hand was clearly too large. As soon as it neared her mouth, it appeared too wide and thick, completely unsuitable for her delicate, small lips. "This..." Sako froze, looking down at the gag in his hand, then up at Xianling's mouth, finding himself in a dilemma. But remembering Xianling's threatening words, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and, steeling himself, pushed the gag towards Xianling's mouth. As the gag first touched Xianling's lips, she felt a distinct pressure on her jaw, her mouth pulling open slightly but still with effort. Sako pushed the gag inward while trying to adjust the angle, but this large gag was clearly too bulky. No matter how he tried, Xianling's small mouth could not fully accommodate it. Just as Xianling was about to protest and ask Sako to switch to a smaller gag, she was choked by the gag Sako suddenly forced in. "Mmmph..." Xianling couldn't help but let out a soft groan, her brow furrowing, her lips pulling slightly apart from the forceful entry of the gag. A dull ache spread from her mouth to her entire jaw. Her small mouth was stretched to its limit, yet it still couldn't fully enclose the oversized gag. Seeing this, Sako dared not linger. He continued to force the gag in with both hands. The rounded edges of the gag pressed against Xianling's lips, causing a stinging sensation of being pulled. The dull ache and pressure gradually became more pronounced, her chin trembling involuntarily, the muscles at the corners of her mouth twitching from being stretched too wide. "Mmm... Mmm!" Xianling let out a muffled moan, her voice completely blocked by the gag, leaving only a faint trailing sound. With Sako's final push, the gag finally entered her mouth completely. The tightened strap conformed to the sides of her cheeks, firmly securing the entire gag in her mouth. Xianling's small mouth was completely filled by the gag, her lips forced into a tight stretch, her breathing becoming slightly rapid. She raised her eyes, glaring coldly at Sako, a hint of shame and resentment in her gaze. Sako trembled, quickly lowering his head, fumbling to adjust the strap, tying a secure knot at the back of her head. He dared not delay any further, completely misunderstanding Xianling's intention. Xianling's small mouth was completely blocked by this oversized gag, the dull ache spreading from the corners of her mouth to her entire jaw, even the possibility of slightly closing her lips being taken away. Although the gag's material was smooth, its excessive size still brought a strong sense of pressure, as if her entire oral cavity was crammed full. The corners of her lips were pulled slightly outward, her muscles uncontrollably twitching from being held open for so long, her breathing even becoming somewhat rapid. She tried to move her jaw slightly to alleviate the discomfort, but the secure restraint of the strap rendered it useless. The strap tied at the back of her head pressed the gag tightly against her face, and every subtle movement brought a deeper sense of aching and friction. A few low muffled sounds escaped her throat, but they were completely blocked by the gag, and no clear words could be formed, no matter how hard she tried, only faint whimpers could be heard. Xianling closed her eyes slightly, quickly assessing the situation. At this moment, having Sako remove the gag and readjust would be too time-consuming. Rather than delaying the plan for temporary comfort, it was better to endure the momentary discomfort and proceed with the next actions as quickly as possible. Moreover, with her mouth firmly gagged, she couldn't clearly express her intentions with words, leaving Sako to continue with the binding. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her breathing, her hands clenching the ropes behind her slightly, doing her best to remain calm. Xianling raised her cold eyes, glancing at Sako, her gaze carrying a hint of pressure, urging him to speed up. "Okay, okay, almost there, just a few more steps!" Sako's voice was slightly hurried, as if to match Xianling's urgency, with a hint of flattery. As he spoke, he took a heavy collar from his storage bag. The collar was made of metal, with several dark patterns inlaid on the ring, and the chain attached to the collar dangled to the ground, making a crisp clinking sound. Judging by its highly humiliating design, it was clearly a prop specifically for the captured beautiful slaves. Sako slightly raised his eyes, glancing at Xianling's proud and indifferent expression, then looked down at the collar in his hand, feeling anxious. He carefully held up the collar, his voice laced with a hint of probing and respect, as if afraid a wrong move would incur Xianling's wrath again. Xianling glanced at the humiliating prop in his hand, her gaze remaining cold, her expression unchanged. She was long accustomed to the tricks of these slave hunters. Whether it was binding or such humiliating objects, she was no longer moved. At this moment, her only thought was to complete this charade as quickly as possible and buy time to rescue Qiu Rui. "Mmmph..." Xianling, unable to speak with the gag in her mouth, let out a few soft hums. To facilitate wearing the collar, she tossed her head slightly, her silky hair sweeping through the air in an arc, gently falling over her shoulders. With this movement, her fair neck was fully exposed, her skin like fine white porcelain, exuding a soft texture. The curve of her neck was graceful, slender and long, forming a stark contrast with the extremely lewd and alluring rope restraints on her body. Sako's gaze lingered on Xianling's neck for a moment, then he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look further, and carefully opened the collar with both hands. The collar was slowly fastened around her neck, the cold touch of the metal meeting her skin, bringing a slight chill. The chain dangled with the collar's fixation, gently brushing against her chest, intertwining with the patterns of the ropes to form a complex picture. Sako dared not delay, quickly adjusting the tightness of the collar, ensuring it wouldn't impede Xianling's breathing, then immediately stepped back, holding the other end of the chain in his hand. As Sako gently tugged the chain in his hand, a pulling sensation was transmitted through the metal attached to the other end of the collar. The collar was firmly fastened around Xianling's fair and tender neck, and with the movement of the chain, the metal collar tightened slightly, exerting an irresistible pulling force. Xianling's delicate body was immediately pulled, her arms and legs tightly bound by the ropes, rendering her unable to move normally. "Mmm..." Xianling let out a low hum, her brow furrowing slightly, her body leaning forward uncontrollably. Her hands, bound behind her, couldn't balance her body, and her legs, tightly bound together by the ropes, couldn't take a step. The pull of the chain left her no choice but to hop forward humiliatingly, doing her best to maintain her balance. She tried to support herself on her tiptoes, her slender feet encased in white stockings lightly touching the ground, but this struggle was futile. Under the dual restriction of the ropes and the chain, her movements were extremely limited, and she could only hop forward a step in humiliation under the pull of the chain. The blue high-heeled shoes on her feet lightly tapped the ground with this hop, making a crisp "clack" sound that mingled with the faint jingle of the chain, echoing in the quiet space. This small hop appeared clumsy and helpless, her skirt lifting slightly to reveal her tightly bound, straight, white-stockinged legs. The binding ropes dug into her skin, leaving distinct marks, accentuating her curves even more. A faint blush of shame colored Xianling's cheeks. She bit down on the gag in her mouth, trying to suppress any sound that might escape, but the slight trembling of her lips betrayed her inner shame. Just as Xianling was hopping forward a few humiliating steps, Sako in front suddenly stopped as if remembering something. He slapped his forehead, exclaiming with annoyance, "How could I forget this!" His voice was particularly jarring in the quiet corridor. Xianling was startled by the sudden stop and shout. She stopped her passive movement and raised her cold gaze to stare at Sako. Her breathing was slightly rapid from the recent pulling and movement, and her eyes carried a hint of pressure, as if silently questioning him. Sako noticed Xianling's gaze and his heart tightened, but he forced himself to turn around and explain stiffly, "That... Boss Red Hair ordered that all captured slaves... must wear this to expend their energy..." His voice gradually grew softer, with a hint of hesitation, but his hands were already rummaging in his bag, taking out a hideous-looking prop. It was an insertable vibrator, exceptionally intricate in shape. The tip was entirely made of metal, emitting a cold sheen, hard and heavy. The tail end was even more complex, with a barb-like protrusion, clearly designed to be fixed in a specific position. The overall design of the vibrator exuded a cold, mechanical feel, radiating a strong sense of humiliation. Sako held the prop in both hands, his gaze flickering slightly, clearly filled with anxiety. He subconsciously glanced at Xianling, his voice laced with a hint of flattery and probing, "This... this is the rule, I can't help it... If Boss Red Hair finds out it wasn't used, it'll be easy to expose..." Xianling stared at the hideous vibrator in Sako's hand, her eyes filled with resistance and unwillingness. This cold and humiliating object stirred an unspeakable resentment within her. She twisted her delicate body, trying to express her refusal, but her tightly bound body offered no room for escape. Sako clearly didn't notice the coldness and disgust in Xianling's eyes. He mistook it for the normal nervousness of a woman facing humiliation. He couldn't help but lick his lips and carefully lifted Xianling's skirt. The sapphire blue skirt was gently folded up, revealing her slender, white-stockinged legs. The marks of the rope binding were clearly visible, the knots deeply imprinted into the stockings and skin, making her curves even more pronounced. Xianling's body trembled slightly, feeling the cold air touch her skin as her skirt was lifted, causing her legs to instinctively tense. She bit down on the gag in her mouth, desperately suppressing the shame and anger within her. Her chest rose and fell slightly, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. Sako didn't stop. His hand then reached for Xianling's waist, his fingertips lightly hooking the hem of her pantyhose. The delicate stocking fabric tightened slightly under his touch, revealing a glimpse of hidden beauty beneath. He pulled it down a little, and vaguely, one could see the junction of the stockings and her underwear, the slightly exposed skin, and the alluring spring scenery hidden deeper within. Next, Xianling's white lace underwear was also gently pulled aside, vaguely revealing the black forest hidden beneath the underwear. A few fine, soft hairs were faintly visible in the air, forming a stark contrast with Xianling's fair skin. That slightly flushed skin looked particularly alluring in the light, making Sako's movements involuntarily faster. Sako's gaze involuntarily lingered for a moment, seemingly captivated by the scene before him, his fingers slowing slightly. He couldn't resist the temptation and gently pulled down the waistbands of her underwear and pantyhose, moving them down a bit to expose more of the scene to the air. Xianling's body tensed even more, her legs instinctively clamping together, but her tightly bound legs offered no effective resistance. His hands trembling, he held the insertable vibrator, adjusted the angle slightly, and slowly brought the cold metal end closer to Xianling's private parts. The moment the metal surface touched her skin, a chilling sensation made Xianling's body jolt. She tensed her legs but couldn't stop Sako's actions. The vibrator was pushed in bit by bit, the metal tip slowly sliding into her body. The cold metallic sensation formed a stark contrast with the warmth of her skin, and every inch of penetration brought a strange sense of pressure. Xianling twisted her body slightly, letting out a low muffled groan from her lips, but it was completely blocked by the gag, only a faint trailing sound could be heard. More terrifying still, several ropes extended from the connections of her limbs, leading directly to the top of the prisoner cart, suspending her in mid-air. Xian Ling's delicate body swayed continuously within the confined space of the cart. With every jolt of the cart, she was like a helpless leaf, trapped in this extreme aerial posture, with no point of leverage. Xian Ling's body swung back and forth like a pendulum with the inertia of the cart. Her white stockings, due to constant friction and restraint, clung even tighter to her skin, revealing that the thin silk had been soaked with sweat, adhering more closely and showing faint bruises. Xian Ling instinctively writhed, trying to break free from the cruel restraints. However, a dull ache quickly spread from all the tightly bound areas of her body, burning her nerves like flames. The pressure of the tight bindings made her delicate body even more sensitive. The pained moans she emitted during her struggle were muffled by the large gag, the sounds trapped in her throat, unable to be released. The unvented pain transformed into indistinct whimpers that continuously escaped her lips. Tears clinging to the corners of her eyes slid down her cheeks due to the violent shaking, wetting her bound face. Xian Ling's entire body was suspended within the prisoner cart. All her weight was concentrated on the narrow support points of the ropes, and her body swayed constantly in the air, making the counter-force even more brutal. Her bones creaked faintly under the unbearable strain, as if they were about to snap. Aching and tearing sensations continuously spread from her bound limbs and back to her entire body. Xian Ling's body was pushed to its limit by the violent pulling. Fortunately, the witch's key had strengthened her body, granting her resilience far beyond that of ordinary people. However, this extreme restraint still made her feel on the verge of collapse from the pain. If it were a woman with a more fragile body, she would have long been unable to endure such a harsh binding posture, and her spine and waist would likely have already broken under the unbearable load. Not only that, but waves of stinging pain and a strong sense of foreignness from her lower body made her gasp involuntarily. The stimulation that penetrated to the bone made it impossible for her to ignore any longer. She discovered that her honey hole and rear were stuffed with malicious implements. Inside her honey hole was a monstrous vibrator covered in latex nubs. Its hard and cold surface rubbed and squeezed internally with her slightest movements. The protruding nubs maliciously scraped back and forth against the inner walls, the intense vibration like needle pricks, with a continuous stimulating sensation that gradually destroyed her sanity. The vibrator trembled irregularly with the swaying of her body, its amplitude constantly changing. The latex nubs stimulated her sensitive inner walls, creating an unbearable friction. The vibration frequency was unstable, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, making Xian Ling's honey hole feel overloaded as if it were being squeezed tight. The monstrous device churned inside her body, shame and pain intertwined. The violent vibrations surged from deep within, brutally assaulting her senses. The pressure in her rear came from a slender anal plug inserted deeply, its surface uneven like a string of pearls, rolling and rubbing inside her. The pearl-like protrusions continuously pushed into her inner walls, delivering a cold, stinging sensation, as if countless tiny tips were gently scraping her soft depths. As the cart swayed, the anal plug repeatedly rammed against her rear, causing a distinct pressure and a numb ache, making Xian Ling feel unable to adapt. The stimulation from the two devices within her body, constantly changing, superimposed upon each other. The vibrations in her honey hole and the pressure in her rear intertwined into intense torture. Aching and stinging sensations alternately assaulted her senses. Xian Ling felt the combined force of the physical restraint and the internal invasion, forcing her nerves to tighten, unable to ignore this continuous stream of humiliation and torment. Her delicate body trembled under the action of these devices, her breathing rapid, her cheeks flushed. The sounds of pain were blocked by the gag, tears shimmering in her eyes, as she helplessly endured the endless stimulation. "Hmph-er-er-er-er?!" Xian Ling let out a muffled groan. The immense stimulation from below made her unable to pay attention to the pain of the tightly bound ropes all over her body. Her bound body writhed violently under the drive of instinct, every piece of skin that was bound was continuously rubbed by the ropes, tightening even more. However, what was even more terrifying was that her struggles made the two devices in her lower body even more violent. The frequency and intensity of the vibrations continuously increased, as if sensing her movements, they constantly adjusted, penetrating deeper, and maliciously teasing her limits. The vibrator in her honey hole vibrated frantically, the latex nubs maliciously bumping against her inner walls. Each vibration carried a strong electric current-like stimulation, like countless fine electric shocks erupting from deep within, completely engulfing her senses. The anal plug in her rear was not to be outdone, its pearl-like protrusions deeply pressing against her sensitive rear, rubbing more violently with her struggles. The slight electric shock sensation from within the anal plug continuously seized her consciousness, making her feel an indescribable stinging pain and pleasure. Intense pleasure washed over Xian Ling's body like a tide, every nerve ending struck by electric current-like stinging. Xian Ling writhed in pain and powerlessness. The gag blocked her mouth but could not suppress her moans. Her eyes were open powerlessly, her gaze unfocused. Tears and saliva flowed uncontrollably due to the overwhelming pleasure, dripping down her chin and wetting her bound chest. "Goo-woo-woo! Woo-woo-woo no!! Ahh-ahh?!!" Xian Ling's pained and helpless moans suddenly escalated, like a tearing scream. The astonishingly delicate cry echoed through the execution ground, seeming to pierce the heavens. Xian Ling was forced to orgasm without resistance. Her tensed body convulsed violently in the prisoner cart, trembling continuously as if electrocuted. The ropes tightened fiercely on her skin, rubbing repeatedly, making each of her spasms more painful and powerless. Her body completely lost control due to the pleasure, her honey hole contracting wildly. The intense stimulation made her unable to hold back any longer, as if a floodgate had opened, and clear love fluid poured out from between her legs like a small waterfall. The love fluid flowed wantonly down Xian Ling's black stockings, quickly soaking her bound legs. The sticky liquid dripped down like pearls from a broken string, following the path of the tight ropes, forming wet streaks on the surface of the black silk. The silk of the stockings was soaked with love fluid. The original black fabric, wet with liquid, clung tightly to her skin, appearing thin and slippery. Her leg lines were revealed even more clearly, and the lewd sheen reflected a faint watery light, leaving her embarrassment nowhere to hide. Xian Ling's body trembled continuously during the orgasm. The gushing of liquid seemed endless, and love fluid splattered within the prisoner cart. Soon, the metal floor of the cart was quickly covered with patches of obscene water. The splattered love fluid created tiny splashes, emitting a sweet scent. The cruel and shameful scene gradually blurred Xian Ling's consciousness. ... "So slutty, isn't she just a lewd witch?" The audience below, seeing this scene, had expressions of disgust mixed with excitement, whispering amongst themselves. Some squinted and sneered, "Of course, what normal woman would be made so horny? She's clearly a complete succubus." Their words were filled with disdain and contempt, as if Xian Ling before them was not even worthy of being human. "This kind of witch is the filth of this world, how many people has she harmed!" Another man shook his head, a cold smile on his lips, but his eyes revealed a certain unspeakable desire. "She deserves to be executed. Look at her, she's so obscene." "Tianlan Town has been so unlucky lately, it must be this witch causing trouble!" A voice filled with indignation came from the crowd. Someone clenched their fist, glaring at Xian Ling in the prisoner cart, as if everything about her was cursing this town. "She's a disaster, lust is her nature, and this is her just desserts!" "Look at her, even tied up like this, she's still so slutty!" A woman looked at Xian Ling's struggles with a face full of disgust, her tone filled with contempt and mockery. "A witch is a witch, truly a born slut!" Amidst the crowd's whispers, some could not hide their inner desires, their gazes fixed on Xian Ling, who was being tormented and panting in the prisoner cart. Their eyes flashed with naked greed and infatuation. "But I have to say, this witch is really too alluring," a man licked his dry lips, his voice filled with irrepressible longing. "That enchanting figure, those curves created by the tight ropes, I really want to have a taste of her honey hole..." The person next to him couldn't help but chuckle, patting the man's shoulder with a hint of mockery. "Come on, with your weak appearance, how long can you last up there? I'm afraid the witch won't be executed before you're drained dry." His words were filled with sarcasm and teasing, glancing at the man with utter contempt. ... On the high platform, Da Mu, who should have been in his prime, appeared somewhat haggard. His eyes were sunken, his face pale, as if his entire spirit had been drained away. Even when standing, he seemed weak. A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, which he wiped with a handkerchief from time to time, his movements revealing a hint of fatigue, as if his body had been drained by some invisible force, a far cry from his usual energetic demeanor. After the special envoy finished reading Xian Ling's crimes, he noticed Da Mu's abnormality and stepped forward, asking in a concerned whisper, "Mayor Da Mu, you don't seem well. Is something wrong?" Da Mu's expression flickered with a hint of unnatural embarrassment upon hearing the special envoy's inquiry. He forced a smile and waved his hand with a hint of helplessness. "Forgive me, Special Envoy. Last night I searched everywhere for my new bride, and I spent the whole night fruitlessly, so I'm a bit weak. Please forgive me, Special Envoy." "Not at all, Mayor Da Mu is truly devoted," the special envoy replied with a slight smile, his tone carrying a subtle scrutiny and doubt. His gaze lingered on Da Mu for a moment, as if he were trying to discern the truth of his words. "Such a loving husband is indeed a role model for the townspeople." Not long after, the prisoner cart was escorted to the entrance of the square. It was already crowded. The execution platform was covered with a white cloth, and people were curious to know what was inside. It was said to be a torture device specifically used by the Holy Heart Church to execute heretics. The prisoner cart slowly stopped, and the iron gate was forcefully pulled open by two soldiers with a screech of metal. Xian Ling was suspended inside the cart. As the cart stopped, her delicate body swayed gently in mid-air, helpless. She instinctively twisted her body, trying to break free from the restraining ropes, fear spreading in her eyes. However, the vibrator and anal plug beneath her skirt maliciously intensified the torment at this moment, as if sensing her struggle, the vibrations and subtle electric shocks suddenly increased, fiercely stimulating her sensitive areas. "Woo-woo-woo... No!" Xian Ling cried out in pain, her voice muffled by the gag. Her body tensed in helpless convulsions, pleasure and pain intertwined, leaving her weak. The vibrator spun wildly in her honey hole, the latex nubs continuously rubbing against the inner walls, bringing fine stinging and numbness. The anal plug in her rear slid inside her body with her movements, each protruding pearl scraping her tender inner walls, like countless tiny sparks exploding within her body. Subtle electric shocks were transmitted intermittently, causing her body to spasm uncontrollably. The soldiers impatiently grabbed Xian Ling and roughly pulled her down from her suspended position. The friction of the ropes sliding on her skin and the vibration of the devices inside her body made her struggles even more futile. As Xian Ling was pulled out of the prisoner cart, her delicate body jolted violently due to the sudden change in gravity. An aching sensation spread from her tightly bound limbs. Her entire body suddenly dropped as it lost its suspended support, her knees hitting the edge of the prisoner cart with a dull thud. Xian Ling managed to lift her head amidst a tearing pain and pleasure. Her vision was blurry, but she still saw the scene before her. The crowd in the square was forcibly separated by soldiers. The soldiers, holding long spears, pushed the crowd to the sides, creating a narrow path in the center. Along that path hung a thick rope, tied with dense knots. It swayed gently in the breeze, as if silently foreshadowing the cruelties to come. Xian Ling's heart pounded with panic as she saw the strange rope. Countless terrible guesses flashed through her mind, but she could not determine what these people intended to do to her. The knots were one after another, layered, appearing rough and dangerous. Her intuition told her that a highly shameful and lewd torture awaited her, but at this moment, she was completely unable to escape. Before Xian Ling could react, a sharp pain struck her back. A soldier kicked her fiercely in the back without mercy. Unable to move due to the restraints, Xian Ling completely lost her balance and lunged forward. Her hands, bound, were unable to support her, and her upper body slammed heavily onto the cold ground. The immense impact caused a dull pain in her chest, and her breathing became rapid. As she reeled from the sudden, intense pain, the soldier stomped on her head again, pressing her pretty face firmly into the ground. The soldier's leather boot pressed down on her head, cold and heavy. The rough texture of the sole deeply embedded into her cheek, forcing her to press against the ground powerlessly, leaving her no room for resistance. Xian Ling's head was pressed down, unable to move. Her nostrils were filled with the dust and coldness of the ground. She whimpered in pain, tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes. The hot tears rolled onto the cold ground, trembling slightly with her shaky breaths. Her legs were bound together and pressed tightly beneath her without time to spread out. Under the soldier's brute force, her body was forced into an extremely humiliating posture, her buttocks raised high. The lewd devices in her rear and honey hole became even more conspicuous in this exposed position. The vibrator and anal plug were squeezed deeper by her movements, bringing stinging pain and intense friction, instantly stealing her last shred of sanity. The soldier sneered and unceremoniously grabbed the hem of Xian Ling's skirt, roughly lifting it up to expose her lower body, tightly bound by ropes. Her black stockings were roughly torn off, and the tight silk instantly lost its restraint on her legs. Xian Ling's legs trembled slightly in the cold wind, her bare skin appearing particularly helpless and vulnerable. The soldier showed no mercy and immediately grabbed the insertable vibrator deep between her legs and roughly pulled it out with force. "Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh!!!" Xian Ling couldn't help but let out a sharp, lewd scream, her voice filled with endless humiliation and pleasure. The vibrator was suddenly pulled out of her honey hole, bringing with it a string of fine love fluid, which poured out like a long-accumulated flood breaking through a dam. Xian Ling's honey hole, now devoid of the vibrator's invasion, immediately spasmed violently. Her flesh walls contracted rapidly, as if trying to retain the sense of fullness that had disappeared. Her sensitive inner walls writhed uneasily in the sudden emptiness, glistening enticingly, her flushed skin hot as if scorched by flames. Love fluid gushed out like a spring, the clear and viscous liquid flowing down between her legs, quickly soaking the inner thighs and sliding down the curves of her skin, forming a lewd trail of moisture. Xian Ling's honey hole seemed to have its instincts completely ignited, continuously contracting and spasming, as if still remembering the deep vibrations from before. Fresh love fluid surged from deep within her honey hole, dripping uncontrollably onto the ground, moistening the cold stone slabs. Xian Ling had not yet recovered from the previous pain and humiliation when she suddenly felt a cold touch on her neck. She struggled in terror but found her neck tightening under a heavy force. Cold, hard metal pressed against her skin. It was a collar full of humiliation, its rough inner edge digging deeply into her delicate neck, making it difficult for her to breathe. "Get up!" the soldier growled fiercely and suddenly yanked the chain in his hand. The collar immediately tightened, like a merciless shackle, instantly constricting Xian Ling's neck even more. The pain spread like a knife cut. The immense pulling force transmitted from her neck to her entire body. Xian Ling felt her scalp tingle, her chest surged forward. With her hands bound behind her, unable to support herself, she was yanked up from the ground by the collar. The pulling force of the chain almost tore her body apart. Xian Ling could not maintain her balance and was forcibly dragged up from the ground, her knees scraping heavily against the floor, causing a burning pain. Her head was pulled high by the chain, her neck bearing immense pressure, causing her to tilt her head back uncontrollably. Xian Ling stumbled forward on her feet, her body lunging forward helplessly. The chain, controlled by the soldier, was like the leash of a hunting dog, arbitrarily dictating her posture.