The Grand Princess's Journey of Marriage Alliance

Sno frowned. This was a difficult task. She wasn't a killer by nature, and the previous slaughter of the Wendigos was to avenge the Ayub people. Killing two hundred thousand Wendigos personally would take a lot of time, but she could accept it for the sake of the wheat seeds. "It's not limited to any race; humans, demons, all are acceptable. It's not just Wendigos that can be killed and eaten," the lynx-man added. "That's not funny, sir," Sno said coldly. "Besides, I need more power." "If you're willing to tie yourself up all day, there are some cultivation methods available," the lynx-man added calmly. "And if you're willing to go without clothes all day, that can also be an equivalent exchange." "...We'll discuss this later. Let's sign the agreement for the wheat seeds first." Sno, the trader, produced the agreement paper, and the content was written by Sno. The representative of Shafflin, after confirming the information was correct, would only sign his name in the designated space, without adding any other symbol. This was why the name of Shafflin was reputable, honest and upright, though they occasionally made dark jokes. Unlike demons from hell who would disguise supplementary agreements as decorative borders on paper, or humans who would hide marriage certificates within letters of apprenticeship to have their signatures bleed through the paper, Shafflin did not resort to such insidious tactics. As the agreement concluded, the lynx-man melted back into the shadows. Sno then proceeded to remove her top, pants, and shoes and socks one by one, until she was completely naked. She then put on the humiliating white lace crotchless pantyhose, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the ground barefoot with her fair, jade-like feet. From her spatial ring, she took out a rope. The first transaction between Sno and Shafflin: 1. Sno obtained the "Fatian Xiangdi Immortal Technique Scroll." Currently, she could only project the Dharma form of her arms. The price was that for the rest of her life, except for bath time, she must wear white crotchless pantyhose, or she would be unable to use the Fatian Xiangdi technique. 2. Sno obtained the "Legion Skill Enhancement Scroll." The price was that for the rest of her life, during prayer, she must be bound in Shibari and wear no underwear, or the enhanced Legion skill would become invalid. This was a humiliating transaction, but the immense power gained by sacrificing her freedom of dress and enduring shame was necessary for Sno. If selling herself appropriately could make her stronger to protect the Ayub Kingdom, Sno would not resist. Sno's expression remained unchanged as she picked up another rope, tied a loop around her neck, and then pulled out two ropes, one on each side, which dangled freely between her ample breasts. She then tied several rough knots at appropriate positions on the ropes. Separating her thighs, she pulled one end of the rope, allowing it to naturally cut into the gap between her untouched, blooming lips. With her other hand, she parted her sleeping, shy buds and gently tugged the rope, ensuring three knots were aligned. Then, she pulled the rope upwards, guiding it along her back to the loop around her neck, and then pulled it downwards in reverse, allowing the three knots to naturally settle into the three openings of her pink, dry garden. The remaining knots naturally rested on her smooth lower abdomen. "..." Sno's face flushed, and she subconsciously scanned her surroundings with slightly hurried breaths. Although there was no one around, she could never face such a humiliating self-binding method with composure, no matter how many times she did it. She shook her head, gritting her teeth, and forced herself to calm down. She continued to pull the ropes downwards with each hand, passing them under her armpits, hooking them onto the vertical ropes below her breasts, and then winding them upwards around the breasts. Following the original path, she wound them around her waist five times, slightly swelling her naturally forward-leaning breasts. She then hooked the ropes downwards onto the vertical ropes below her breasts, winding them around her waist towards her back, then around her sides towards the front, hooking onto the other vertical ropes, and returning along the original path. This created beautiful diamond shapes as the vertical ropes were pulled outwards and tightened. As the vertical ropes were pulled apart and tightened, the rope, which had no knots to secure it, gradually tightened, and the rope between her legs and the knots became even tighter. Finally, after the ropes spread out like a net above her abdomen, the ropes on both sides were secured to the sides of the last vertical rope. The rope between her legs dug deeply into her unprotected garden, like a golden saw blade, as if it were about to slice her lower body in half. "Hoo..." Even though she had already used her qi to support the ropes all around her body, creating a protective layer of qi between the ropes and her skin to prevent direct contact, the peculiar sensation of her exposed garden being forcibly spread apart by the rough particles within the qi still made her face flush and let out a soft gasp. She took a deep breath, pushing the chaotic thoughts out of her mind. She swiftly put on the loose, floor-length robe with blue trim on a white background that completely concealed her body, draped on a purple shawl, tied her golden hair up with two gilded jade hairpins, and then put on a white head covering with a string of beads on her forehead. She did not apply any makeup, maintaining her bare-faced appearance. The fashionable makeup popular among the royalty in the capital, such as the three-leafed emerald forehead makeup, applied flower patterns, dotting the cheeks, drawing slanted red lines, and using white powder, all originating from the East, were nowhere to be seen on her. She simply stepped into a pair of white boots with golden patterns, completely concealing the humiliating Shibari ropes and the shameful white lace crotchless pantyhose beneath the robe and boots. When she opened the door again, Sno still had her dignified and heroic demeanor. No one knew the unrestrained, decadent beauty hidden beneath her robe. "Your Highness, the carriage is ready!" Eorina said respectfully, waiting outside the殿. Eighteen years old, with a graceful figure and two small horns, she had grown up with Princess Sno since childhood, serving as both her personal maid and a trusted confidante. "You seem very happy?" Sno raised an eyebrow. "Of course! The Sultan didn't blame Your Highness, and even bestowed the title of Princess upon you. All the officers and soldiers who went to battle have been rewarded. I must also work harder!" Eorina said eagerly as she opened the carriage door. "When we reach the front lines, please order me to be the vanguard!" "As you wish, as you wish." Prayer is a direct connection between Muslims and Allah. Before prayer, one must be in a state of purity, facing the direction of the Kaaba, and covering one's private parts. In the largest mosque in Cairo, Sno and the Cairo citizens behind her raised their hands in unison and shouted, declaring the start of the prayer. "Allahu Akbar!" Standing, reciting, bowing, rising from bowing, the first prostration, sitting, the second prostration, the final sitting, the final salutation—each movement of her body caused the Shibari ropes on her to rub and tighten. The rough knots, through the qi, continuously chafed her tender garden. Even with the gentle qi protection, after completing a prayer, Sno's delicate face would still be slightly flushed. Devout believers perform five prayers a day, totaling seventeen prostrations. Even when on campaign, one prayer a day is essential. No matter how unwilling Sno was, there were days when she had to fight continuously while bound in Shibari. Over the past few days, the friction between the ropes and her body was no longer met with the initial resistance and disgust, but had become... somewhat natural. But Sno ignored these troublesome feelings of shame. She suppressed the sensations from the friction between her body and the ropes, trying to integrate normally into her life, combat, and prayer, to the point where she completely overlooked the subtle changes in her body's touch and perception. "Soldiers, the Crusaders are ravaging our compatriots ahead and occupying our kingdom's land! Now, we must reclaim all of this and let the flames of jihad burn those infidels!" After prayer, Sno changed into her armor, mounted her horse, and shed the humiliating ropes. As usual, she led her army to fight the Crusaders once more. However, this time, she no longer had the full support of her father behind her, only the overwhelming malice from her mother. "I am perfectly fine. The marriage alliance is the Sultan's decree, and it is my decision, General. You need not try to dissuade me further." Snow knew all too well the deep-seated enmity between herself and the Tuohuoluo people. This marriage alliance was fraught with peril, but to secure the grain and then raze the Tuohuoluo kingdom to the ground, she would brave any danger, no matter how treacherous. "Your Highness! It's not that! Ah! Your Highness doesn't know..." Alexander glanced around, his expression troubled, confirming that only Eurena, the other woman, was present. He continued, his face flushing with embarrassment, "The Tuohuoluo are savages. They force all women within their borders to wear only one-piece silk garments, forbidding any other attire. When women go out, they must wear strict restraints like ropes and shackles. After marriage, women are kept tightly bound all day long. They treat women no differently than slaves. And the higher a woman's status, the more elaborate the restraints she must wear daily, even taking pride in it! The scene when the Tuohuoluo Prime Minister's envoy arrived was no different from a slave merchant caravan; it was all too clear. Such a barbaric place! Although they haven't forced you into those humiliating clothes yet, Your Highness, if you go there, I fear..." As he spoke, Alexander's throat constricted, and he dared not continue. He gritted his teeth and finally knelt. "Your Highness! To be frank, the border is also suffering from a grain shortage. I know that after you go for the marriage alliance, Tuohuoluo will provide grain to alleviate the immediate crisis, but! But!" General Alexander, over fifty years old, wept tears of sorrow. "Your Highness! Please, lead the brothers for one more charge! We would rather die fighting in Tuohuoluo! You represent the dignity of the royal family, and more importantly, the might and honor of Ayub. Our face and dignity must not be insulted by these barbarians!" "Truly barbarians! Are they so shameless?!" Eurena's voice blazed with anger. "....." Snow took a deep breath and finally met the old general's gaze, speaking slowly, "General, this is a necessary sacrifice. You must wait patiently. One day, when the Zagros Mountains tremble, we will attack and annihilate all the Tuohuoluo. Believe me, it will not be long." "Your Highness..." Alexander stared blankly at the resolute Snow. "Soldiers, I know you can endure hunger and hardship. But your children, and the many disaster victims of the empire, they need bread, they need peace, they need a stable life. I can no longer obtain these through war. I... I am sorry to you all." Snow stepped out of the carriage and spoke slowly to the surrounding cavalry, then bowed. "Your Highness!" "Your Highness, this is not your fault!" "Your Highness, you cannot go!" "Your Highness, we can go and raid!" The cavalrymen knelt one after another. "Therefore, if sacrificing myself alone can bring peace and bread, this is the best solution I can think of. Now, let me continue. Soldiers, the disaster victims are still waiting for life-saving grain." Snow stood up, her eyes burning with fierce determination. "If only sacrifice can exchange for peace and bread, then let it begin with me, Snow!" "Your Highness!!! Your Highness!!!!" In an instant, cries of anguish echoed across the plains, and for a time, people were overcome with emotion. Finally, General Alexander, with his soldiers, departed. He knew that Her Highness the Eldest Princess was right. Some things, he could understand, he could accept, but it still pained him. It pained him. It pained him. It pained him. But he was helpless. ........ "Your Highness, this is the territory of my Tuohuoluo kingdom. Please change your attire." After a short while, amidst the rumbling of wheels, Eboni's detestable voice suddenly rang out. "What nonsense are you spouting!" Eurena's voice immediately followed. "Enough, no need to waste words. The reason?" Snow, without lifting the curtain, asked coldly from outside. "Her Highness the Eldest Princess is to be married to the Zanpu, and thus will be considered one of the Tuohuoluo from now on. Please abide by Tuohuoluo customs. The Zanpu's wedding is a supreme event in our country. The bride must remove her original attire, wash away all past grievances, don our unique wedding dress, and wear our unique restraints and implements. Only after passing through trials via the bridal carriage, without her own actions, and venturing alone through the secret realm can she marry the Zanpu. Tuohuoluo has prepared a wedding dress for Your Highness. Please shed your clothes, wear Tuohuoluo attire, and perform Tuohuoluo rites." Eboni, outside the imperial carriage, was not angered by Snow not lifting the curtain to look at him. His steady tone was impeccable. Although Tuohuoluo was a barbaric slave state, it considered itself no less than the demon race and was not foolish enough to call itself barbaric. While the Zanpu was a puppet, he was not so foolish as to call the Zanpu a barbarian king in front of other nations, which would be laughable. As he spoke, a Wendigo maid, dressed in a black one-piece silk garment, her limbs tightly bound by ropes crossing her upper and lower arms and legs, moved with the help of bone arms and legs extending from her shoulders and waist, gracefully approached. The bone arms held a tray, upon which lay a layer of flesh-colored, one-piece aurora silk clothing, a black, form-fitting waist cincher, a pair of black, glossy suspender stockings, and then various ropes, shackles, restraints, even clamps, long rods, and beads – shameless implements. "Ooooh!" Her pointed horns were stimulated to swelling by the two constantly vibrating bouncing orbs, and her garden was pierced by a not-small long rod. The entire being, on the bone frame, rolled her eyes and writhed, struggling with her limbs, but she was completely immobilized by the ropes. The skin of her body emitted an abnormally flushed red, and the female Wendigo's throat was blocked by a horse bit, causing her to emit seductive moans. Unceasing silver fluid flowed from her garden area between her open-crotch black silk thighs, dripping onto the ground along the tip of the exposed long rod, vividly like cucumbers under a bamboo shed during rain. "Heh." Sinuo let out a cold laugh, utterly dismissive of such twisted logic. It was clear they were here to provoke and target her, so why act like a clown, shouting and making a scene over something unchangeable? As the head maid maintained a specific tension on the rope around her wrists, the other two maids looped the ends of the rope around their sides and brought them forward. They then reached for the section of rope tied in the cleavage, pulling the two ends outwards. This forced the binding rope to stretch across her swollen breasts, curving just enough to hook around the outer base of each peak before stopping. Using the breasts as leverage, they pulled the rope back behind her, looping it through the arm loops. They repeated the process on the other side, hooking the rope under the breasts and pulling outwards in a mirrored fashion. What was once parallel rope now formed a symmetrical vertical diamond. The ropes trailing behind, connected to the arm loops, ingeniously linked the diamonds on her upper arms to her lower abdomen, further pressing her arms flat against her back. Meanwhile, as the binding rope was pulled outwards, forming the diamond shape, it gradually tightened and shortened, constricting her lower abdomen. Despite the head maid's tugging, some of the rope inevitably snaked back, but even so, the already tight groin rope dug deeper into her flesh under this relentless pressure, causing Sinuo intense pain. As the ropes behind her wound down through the arm loops, the binding rope on Sinuo's abdomen finally opened into a series of beautifully connected vertical diamonds. This continued until the rope around her groin was fully tightened, pressing into the flesh of her labia with no room to spare. The maids then pulled the ends of the rope from behind, looped them through the arm loops again, around the wrist knot, and then— "Tighten!" the head maid commanded. She suddenly pushed forward, using her shoulder to press against Sinuo's back. The two maids pulling the rope ends yanked them backward with all their might. The taut, trembling ropes dug into her skin with a sickening crunch, squeezing flesh and bone. The ropes visibly bit deeper into her flesh, turning the skin red and swollen where they dug in. The flesh, now a terrifying crimson, was then squeezed until it turned pale! "Your Highness! How dare this villain!" Aiorina's eyes blazed with fury. Just as she was about to unleash a devastating punch to shatter the enemy's skull, a commanding gaze from the corner of Sinuo's eye froze her in place. Gritting her teeth, she could only whimper, "Your Highness!" "If you don't want to watch, then leave." Sinuo's voice was calm as she spoke, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of her mouth. As a warrior, broken limbs were commonplace. Having decided on this political marriage, she would endure whatever trials lay ahead, be it a mountain of knives or a sea of fire. She certainly wouldn't lose composure, scream, beg for mercy, or shed tears over such bone-crushing restraint; that would be cowardly. Besides, her bones weren't even close to being crushed, were they? This pain was less than a tenth of the suffering during trials! The ancients said that any creature under attack would feel pain, fear, or reveal an opening. But a true strong person would not experience these. A true strong person has no sense of pain! Of course, the original meaning was that a strong person would not stop their actions when attacked, nor would they freeze due to pain. A true strong person would not stop attacking until their life ceased. It did not mean that a strong person truly had no sense of pain. But the simple-minded Sinuo took the saying literally, causing her to suppress any pain she felt and rarely express it. Facing this seemingly superficial, skin-deep pressure and pain, she naturally wouldn't say much. A true strong person does not become arrogant from flattery, nor flustered when a situation spirals out of control. They are not thrown into disarray by pain, nor are they broken by words. They do not regret mistakes, nor act foolishly to save face. They do not easily change themselves due to others' demands, because a true strong person has the confidence and conviction to turn everything around, the strength to bring everything back to their desired path, and the aura to look down upon the world. ... (Greetings to all gentlemen reading this. I've heard that this work and my "bound series" have been reposted on other websites at varying prices. While reposting is unavoidable, and the original site, Fox Demon, is itself a reposting site, with some having quit because of it, my original intention in writing the bound series was not to make money, but to resolve the lingering regret from Senior Ping Si Yun's "Sorceress's Plan." Starting with "Witch's Rope Prison," this knot in my heart was untangled in the story "Former Holy Maiden of Light." After a man starts a family, he is always burdened by troublesome beings. I now look back with much emotion on the reasons behind my youthful declaration of quitting due to the "great pit." Perhaps one day we will part ways, but before my passion burns out, please look forward to the remaining bound stories. However, I am genuinely curious about which websites you gentlemen have read my books on. If you have any insights or comments, please do not hesitate to share them. Book club group number: 776579734) ... A true strong person has nothing to worry about, unless they themselves are not strong enough. Even as her body trembled uncontrollably under the rope's constriction, her cheeks flushed with surging blood, and veins bulged on her neck, Sinuo remained silent in the face of this simple pain. The tightening rope was insignificant in her eyes. As the maids gradually tightened the ropes, her joints and ligaments creaked under the increasing pressure. Her entire body was pulled into a straight line. Instead, the rough knots of the rope pressed the large rod and plug deeper into her cavity, the fiery friction transforming into intense stimulation that made her legs tremble and weaken. The groin rope, threaded through her buttocks, acted like a thong, almost completely concealing the plug and rod, with even the knots deeply embedded in her labia, leaving only a few golden beads dangling like a tail behind her buttocks. As the rope was pulled to its limit and tied at her wrists, Sinuo's breasts were further accentuated. Her body was completely taut. Her waist, already cinched by the corset, was further refined and exquisitely detailed by the intricate lattice of ropes. Her raised hands were pressed directly behind her head, and the knot between her legs was perfectly wedged into her orifice, leaving no gap. "I don't have such deep affection for that brat." Sinuo sneered playfully at the head maid before her. An oppressive force enveloped her upper body. Her elbows were bent backward and raised high, her shoulder blades twisted backward with immense force, and the excruciating pain of her ribs about to snap layered upon her. She felt the tight restraint all over her body. Exploring with a trace of her Dou Qi, she discovered that the complex, interwoven ropes acted like layers of barriers, obstructing her Dou Qi and magic. Ordinary Dou Qi and spiritual energy could barely move under the shielding of the Aurora silk stockings and the pressure of the ropes. "Your Highness, speak with caution. You should show respect to your future husband, the Zampu. Next, please sit, Your Highness. It is time to bind your legs." The head maid calmly held the two strands of rope hanging from Sinuo's wrists. "If Your Highness prefers, standing is also acceptable." "Heh, if it's a rope garment, binding the upper body is one thing, but why bind the legs as well?" Sinuo asked coldly. "The women of my tribe are naturally unrestrained and unrestrained, accustomed to infidelity. Only a cage can restrain them, hence the need for special footwear to correct their posture. These are what Your Highness is wearing. The higher the heel, the more noble the status. The rope garment is the attire of a new bride. Binding the legs with the rope garment facilitates the bride's graceful steps, showcasing her elegance. Since Your Highness is to marry the Zampu, you must naturally abide by our tribe's traditions," the head maid explained calmly. "Heh heh." Sinuo snorted, her jade toes, encased in three layers of silk stockings, grinding against the ground, kicking up dirt. She taunted, "If you bind my legs, how am I supposed to walk?" "With Your Highness's abilities, I imagine it would not be difficult." The head maid retorted subtly. Seeing Sinuo's lack of movement, she wasted no more words. Together with the maids, they began to bind her oil-slicked, black-silk beautiful legs with the hanging ropes. The ropes draped down between her legs, looping around the base of each thigh before crossing to loop around the other thigh's base, wrapping around her legs several times in an '8' pattern. Then, the two ropes were brought together and wrapped around the outer base of her thighs several times. They then squeezed the ropes into the gap between her legs, winding vertically around the center of the rope loops and tightening them before tying a knot, firmly pressing her thigh bases together. Only then did they pull the ropes downward, meticulously binding her legs from the middle of her thighs, above and below her knees, the middle of her calves, the lower part of her calves, and her ankles, creating eight dense rope loops that locked her legs in place. The fine golden ropes tightly constricted Sinuo's triple-layered beautiful legs. Her plump thighs, encased in Aurora silk stockings, bulged out from the gaps in the rope loops, creating an alluring, plump sensuality. Even the heels of her shoes were bound together by the ropes. The rope loops continued downward, binding her taut, silken feet together, preventing them from separating. The excess rope ends continued further down, maniacally forming a final small rope loop, binding her two fleshy, silken big toes together, preventing them from separating at all. This was not the end. The head maid then brought out two pairs of silver shackles. One pair was fastened to the base of Sinuo's plump thighs, which were squeezed by the ropes, and the other pair was fastened to her ankles. The cold, tight shackles, with no slack in between, completely locked her thighs together. Thus, Sinuo, bound from head to toe into a "meat skewer" by the ropes, stood upright on the ground. The dense ropes dug deeply into her skin. The Aurora silk flesh, squeezed out, rippled with a glistening, dark oil-like sheen, while the white lace provided a perfect embellishment. Her exposed, proudly pointed peaks and the inviting expanse of her labia exuded an air of debauchery. Her posture, attempting to maintain dignity by holding her head high and chest out, was utterly ruined by the flushed, red skin of her entire body. At first glance, she appeared to be a well-bound, hot, sow-like piece of meat, utterly devoid of her former majesty. "Your Highness, please forgive me, but we must pierce your sensitive nipples with this fine needle and then thread a ring through your lower bud." The head maid first picked up a chain with a clasp at the end, attaching it to the outer ring of the collar. She then unfurled two chains, each ending in a U-shaped pin. Removing the crossbar from one U-shaped ring, she apologized and pointed the fine needle at the tip of Sinuo's nipple, which was already red and swollen from the rings and clamps. "!" Eaurina heard this and wished she could smash the woman's head with a single punch. "Come," Sinuo's response was as cold as ever, but her voice trembled slightly. ! The fine needle pierced the nipple, pushing through and emerging from the other side in an instant. Then, a U-shaped pin with a ball was used to secure both sides of the needle. The other nipple was treated the same way. The nipples, now pierced by the crossbars, were strung together by a thin chain, resembling a horse's bit. This sharp pain, coupled with a creeping itch that seemed to burrow into her breasts, made Sinuo increasingly uncomfortable. As the head maid once again crouched down and began to fiddle with the rope between her legs, an inexplicable sense of shame and panic surged through her. There, too... No, don't... No, I must endure... Ugh?! "Your Highness, you're leaking. Are you already so excited just from wearing our country's wedding attire?" The head maid parted the already damp rope and immediately saw the moist, overflowing, wriggling petals of her garden. A trace of lewd foam wet a large area around the petals. She parted the slippery flesh again, pinched the swollen, frothy red bud, and teased, "Your bud..." "Ugh! You—Guh oh?!" Sinuo, utterly ashamed that her moist garden had been seen, instinctively tried to retort. But the sharp pain of the silver ring piercing her bud made her entire body stiffen, and she let out an involuntary cry of pain. Her instinct took over, and with a powerful kick, she sent the head maid flying! "Your Highness!" "Hah! Hah!" Sinuo's chest heaved, her two gourd-like breasts rising and falling as she panted, the sound of tiny bells accompanying her breaths. Her eyes were crimson. A chain hung naturally from the silver ring that had pierced and locked onto her bud. Chains dangled from various points, converging on a large ring, from which a silver chain with a handle extended – a dog leash, no less. The immense shame and stinging pain amplified her already overflowing anger. But for now, she had to endure. When she spoke again, her voice, no longer cold, carried an obvious hint of rage. "What else is there! Hurry up!" "Your Highness, please don't rush. It will be over soon." Wiping the blood from her mouth, the head maid picked up a cotton ball soaked in liquid from the tray and stuffed it into Sinuo's fragrant, beautiful lips. Perhaps out of spite, she poked the cotton ball with her finger, almost shoving it down Sinuo's throat. Meanwhile, another maid took this opportunity to comb Sinuo's golden hair and then secured the ends with a hollow bone clip, creating a waterfall of golden hair cascading down her back. The head maid then picked up a bridle from the tray, composed of leather straps, metal rings, a gag, and a nose hook. She placed a ring on Sinuo's head, and the leather straps naturally fell along her exquisite face, separating her eyes and nose. The head maid pushed the large gag, connected to the side straps, into Sinuo's mouth without preamble. Its sheer size forced Sinuo's cheeks outward until the tip of the gag was pushed down her throat. She then pulled the side straps around to the back of her head, fastening the six straps that hung from the back, extended from under her chin, and wrapped around her cheeks, in pairs, to the ring with clasps. Next, she stuffed two similarly soaked cotton balls into Sinuo's nostrils and hooked the nose hook, which hung vertically from a strap on the top of her head, onto her nostrils. The tight pull immediately tilted her nostrils upwards. Coupled with Sinuo's already upturned head, this hook created a ridiculous pig-nose-like appearance. The tiny snow lotus flowers decorating the straps only added to the absurdity and comical nature of this bizarre adornment. "Mmmph?!" Sinuo let out a heavy nasal sound to express her displeasure. The contraption on her head looked like a bridle for livestock, and the nose hook was particularly malicious. These items were undoubtedly the most humiliating things on her entire body. "Your Highness, this is the 'flower bridle,' symbolizing that the new bride will henceforth follow her husband's lead. Furthermore, as the bride of the Zanpu, Your Highness should conceal her face. Such beauty should not be seen by others." The head maid said sternly, then picked up a black patent leather hood and pulled it over Sinuo's head, pulling the ponytail through the hole in the back. She then pulled the hood down to her neck, securing it above the collar with tightened straps. The taut hood completely concealed Sinuo's face, leaving only four leaf-shaped openings in the front to reveal her features. Against the backdrop of the black latex material, her red lips, stretched wide by the gag, and her upturned pig-like nose appeared particularly striking. It looked slightly better after the head maid put on a leather mask that covered most of her face from the bridge of her nose down to her chin. "Ugh!" Sinuo felt her breathing becoming increasingly difficult, blocked by layers of cotton and the mask. Each breath was hot and humid. Seeing the head maid step back and examine her, Sinuo let out a muffled groan. "Your Highness, the wedding attire is complete. The blindfold is only for specific conditions. Congratulations on completing the dressing! You may now proceed to the next ritual." The head maid bowed, followed by the other maid. "Your Highness, shall I help you out?" Eaurina, seeing Sinuo bound and unable to move freely, was teary-eyed now that it was finally over. She quickly helped Sinuo to stand. "Mmm." Sinuo shook her head slightly and stood up on her own. Although her body was tightly bound by ropes, and the three rods inserted into her garden made her feel hot and weak, her heels elevated by her shoes, her toes barely touching the ground, she was not so frail as to need support. Her legs and feet were completely tied together, preventing her from walking. She tried a small hop, and the friction from the ropes and the three rods in her garden as they swung created a particularly intense sensation the moment her toes touched the ground, making her breath catch. The humid air seemed to bring a more intense, restless feeling. She swallowed, and the cool liquid flowing from the cotton in her throat brought a burning heat to her stomach – clearly a highly concentrated aphrodisiac. "Miss, you also need to change into our country's attire, otherwise..." The head maid reached out to stop Eaurina as she turned to leave. "Get lost!" Eaurina roared and delivered a powerful punch that sent the head maid, hunched over, crashing into the wall. She then followed Sinuo, who was hopping along. Just as she opened the door, the maid behind her deliberately shouted, "The First Princess has finished changing!" Instantly, countless eyes fell upon Sinuo, who stood at the doorway! "Your Highness, this is the wedding carriage. Please board!" Ebony gestured towards the wooden shuttle that had been pulled over, indicating for Snor to get in. It was a four-sided, four-wheeled vehicle, but it was not pulled by horses. The driver's seat extended forward into a platform, with a yoke at the very front and two smaller yokes behind it. At the end of the platform stood a long, cylindrical object resembling a telescope, its purpose unclear. Damn it, my body is starting to feel hot, but no matter what, I have to find Reina first... "Mmm." Snor took a deep breath, tiptoed onto the pedal, and with a slight wobble, lifted her leg to stand on the platform at the front of the carriage. "Next, Your Highness, please kneel here, with your head facing down." Ebony pointed to the yoke at the front, unlocked it, and lifted the yoke like a guillotine blade, then unlocked the other two small yokes in a straight line. "These will be used to secure your ankles later." "Heh." Snor let out a cold laugh. She could tell what the long barrel at the back was for if her head was secured in the front yoke. But for the sake of the alliance and for Reina, she could only grit her teeth and endure. She slowly squatted down, her toes gripping the carriage floor tightly, and carefully leaned forward. Although her battle qi couldn't be used for destructive force, she could use a small amount to steady herself. Snor carefully lowered herself without falling, and as her knees touched the ground, her toes, which were bent at almost ninety degrees, could finally change position to a side-lying posture. She placed her head on the yoke, her breasts pressing painfully against the bell. Maintaining the shameful posture of her hips raised upwards, Ebony immediately lowered the yoke, locking it around her neck. Snor's head was now firmly secured at the front. Due to the low position, she had to strain her neck to look up at Ebony, making everyone else appear taller. As Ebony fastened and locked the small yokes below Snor's ankles and knees, Snor was thus secured in a straight line on the platform. With her head and ankles fixed, she was unable to spread her legs, and her movement was restricted to a certain length. Snor was forced into a shameful posture, her thighs raised and her buttocks thrust out as if to welcome violation. "Your Highness, the next actions will be a bit rough and painful. We need to use the magic-absorbing mirror cannon connected to the chastity rod to draw a little of your magic to power the carriage. Of course, to reduce the pain, small sprites will apply relaxing and pleasurable substances to your body. Relax." As he spoke, Ebony began to adjust the knobs like operating a microscope, lowering and extending the long barrel of the mirror cannon, aiming its tip at Snor's flushed, peach-like buttocks. The lips, squeezed apart by the thong, were still quivering slightly, continuously oozing clear fluid. "Cough!" Feeling her body being manipulated into a shameful position, and the cold object directly pressing against her crotch, Snor, who naturally guessed what was about to happen, blushed so deeply that her cheeks could bleed. She instinctively wanted to stop him, but Ebony was faster. He directly inserted his finger into the gap between her labia and the thong, and with a forceful pull, he spread the thong, which was almost stuck to her flesh, to the sides. The stimulation, like a heavy hammer piercing the garden, almost made Snor cry out in pleasure. She quickly bit her lips tightly, and her legs, pressed together, trembled violently! As the thong was pulled apart, a golden arc of electricity flashed between the metal surface of the mirror cannon's tip and the metal ends of the three rods embedded deep within Snor's garden. The arc connected in the air, and then the long rod and the water nozzle, originally buried in her garden, were both pulled out slightly. The metal surfaces were firmly attached to the large metal surface of the mirror cannon by the arc. The metal end of the beaded string also leaped up and attached to the large metal surface of the mirror cannon, attracted by the arc. Thus, the three rods in her garden were firmly connected to the metal surface at the tip of the telescopic mirror cannon, becoming one. "Ah!?" As the three rods in her garden were slightly pulled back by the electric arc, her flesh was roughly tugged, and the immense friction and stimulation made Snor's entire body tense and tremble. She couldn't help but let out a soft cry. Her instinctively raised head, however, couldn't lift further because her neck was locked to the flat surface, causing a pain in her neck. This movement made her body twist, naturally arching her buttocks. And at the moment she exerted force in her waist—the beads in her rear, attracted by the electric arc and shifting from a loose arrangement to a tight string, finally found the perfect angle and pressure. As Ebony further adjusted the length of the mirror cannon, the three rods, especially the beaded string, were pushed completely into her abdomen again. The tip of the beaded string, at the most suitable angle, suddenly pushed inward to an unprecedented depth, and the entire string was completely submerged into her intestines. At the same time, due to the bending of her body and Ebony's timely release of his fingers, the recoiling thong fiercely pressed against her engorged and swollen clitoris and labia. "Haa... mmm?!" A faint, tearful groan was stifled by Snor's lips, bitten shut in shame. Her body trembled violently, and under the external force, the long-accumulated torrent of pleasure finally broke through the dam. Her uterus contracted violently, and as the thick, long rod was pushed all the way in, hitting her most tender core, a numbness that made Snor's eyes go white exploded from her pelvis and instantly swept through her entire body. Her knees, clad in black stockings, clamped together and spasmed on the platform, and her high heels wobbled slightly as her toes curled intensely. Then, her arousal fluid gushed out as if she had lost control. A large stream of warm, viscous pure water broke through the restraint of the plug without hindrance, flowing down her soaked stockinged crotch and along her thighs. The sticky fluid soaked through the stockings, spreading a warm, sticky wetness between her legs, even flowing down the inside of her thighs along the stockings to the bend of her knees. Her pussy spasmed and sucked madly in orgasm, desperately rubbing against the motionless rod, prolonging the afterglow of the orgasm into a long and torturing experience. Snor knelt there, another public orgasm causing her shoulders to tremble slightly, her heart pounding, her cheeks burning, and her breathing rapid and shallow. Barely catching her breath from the mild orgasm, she could only feel the softness of her entire body and the hollow throbbing deep in her pelvis. Her thighs felt numb, especially the warm and sticky sensation in her stockinged crotch, which was incredibly clear. The warm texture clung tightly to her skin, and as the warm liquid flowed down her legs, it brought an even hotter sensation. Let her be joyful, let her be satisfied, let her be intoxicated. Snor instinctively rubbed her legs together, causing the soaked stockings to rub against each other, bringing her a subtle, blush-inducing itch. The warmth that had just faded enveloped her body and mind again. In a dazed, slightly tipsy state, she hadn't completely lost her reason. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her breathing, but at that moment, a mechanical sound rang out, and a mass of slippery textures surged out from beneath and the sides of her body like waves—it turned out that the platform beside Snor had split open, revealing several holes. A dozen white tentacles of varying thickness, their tips glowing with a soft pink light, slowly rose from these holes like awakened snakes. The surface of the tentacles was covered in a viscous, translucent white liquid, glistening under the sun. Some tentacles had soft brush heads covered in tiny suction cups at their tips, some were sharp probes, and others had spiral patterns or were covered in fine particles. "Mmm?! Woooh!!" Snor felt a sudden, instinctive fear, but at this moment, still recovering from the afterglow of her orgasm, her limbs were weak and powerless. Just as she was about to shout to stop him, a thick, knobbed tentacle unceremoniously shoved into her mouth, silencing her, and began to thrust restlessly, as if imitating the motion of deepthroating, churning directly in Snor's mouth and the depths of her throat, producing gurgling water sounds. Two tentacles wrapped around her breasts, and through the thin, semi-transparent lace bodysuit, they repeatedly rubbed and pressed her perpetually erect and hardened nipples with their tips. The stimulation from her nipples was direct and distinct; each press sent a small current down Snor's spine. Two other tentacles with suction cups then attached themselves to her already erect nipples and began to suck and pull rhythmically. The remaining tentacles followed suit, the soft brushes with suction cups lightly adhering to the inner sides of her thighs, beginning to slowly, then increasingly rapidly, draw circles and rub her skin. "Ugh...!" An indescribable tingling itch exploded from the inner sides of her thighs. Snor's body trembled violently. This strange and provocative friction, mixed with the warmth flowing through her body, transformed into a warm, stimulating pleasure that shot from the skin of her inner thighs to the depths of her lower abdomen, igniting a more fervent desire. Then, two tentacles wrapped around Snor's fixed ankles, coiling around her stockinged feet. The rounded tips of the tentacles pressed against the soles of her feet, which were wrapped in three layers of stockings. The cold, sticky liquid easily seeped into the already wet soles of her feet. The tentacles then began to scrape, not vibrate, but use their blunt ends to repeatedly rub the softest, most ticklish flesh on the soles of her feet. The pressure was just right, at the point that made one want to curl their toes, but being fixed, they couldn't move or escape, driving them mad. "Haa... Stop! Stop, haa!?" The pure ticklish sensation shot up from the soles of her feet, along her calves and thighs, straight to her lower abdomen. Snor's body involuntarily tensed, and her toes curled tightly inside the black stockings. Snor instinctively wanted to shake her feet, even struggle, but the tentacles were wrapped too tightly. She gasped for air, her voice leaking from her throat, which was being prodded by another tentacle, with a slight tremor she herself didn't notice. Her cheeks began to burn, and the cold, slippery sensation of the liquid on the soles of her feet mixed with the warmth that enveloped her body, creating a strange, scalp-tingling stimulation. She couldn't help but writhe her waist, trying to alleviate the inescapable itch, but only succeeded in pressing her arched insteps, encased in black stockings, tighter against the tips of the tentacles. Next, the tentacle with a probe at its tip precisely found her clitoris, which was held by a silver ring and perpetually erect between her legs, and began to vibrate at high frequency, emitting a terrifying hum! "Bzzzz—" "Mmmhmm!!" The sharp, dense vibrations struck the most sensitive part of her body like an electric current. The immense stimulation caused Snor's waist to arch uncontrollably upwards, but with her knees and head tightly locked, where could she escape? Stimulated in such a way, the tingling sensation from the vibration instantly exploded from the opening of her pussy, intertwining with the continuous itch from the soles of her feet. A new surge of arousal fluid immediately welled up from the depths of her pussy, and the muscles of her inner thighs twitched uncontrollably. Snor could feel her garden area rapidly becoming wet, with arousal fluid constantly seeping out, mixing with the white mucus, producing a wet, lustful squelching sound as the tentacles writhed. The already flowing menstrual fluid was even splashed outwards like raindrops, splattering onto the carriage surface below.