The Aslan Empire, the most powerful of the three great empires, is renowned for its vast territory and abundant resources. However, the Sunset Empire and the Crocia Empire, in their struggle for living space and interests, have united to jointly confront this formidable adversary, creating a delicate and tense situation. At some unknown point, the fate of this continent has been shrouded in the dark clouds of turmoil, and the demons, sealed in the Abyss a thousand years ago, have begun to stir.

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"Nnngh! No... don't!" Qingyuan's voice was laced with sobs as she desperately writhed, trying to escape Liaox's caresses. But the lewd worms beneath her skirt continued to relentlessly ravage her honeyed orifice, their tendrils thrusting in and out, deeper and shallower, amplifying the intense stimulation with Liaox's movements. "Mmmhmmhnnn!" Her moans grew increasingly sweet, the roots of her thighs trembling uncontrollably. Everywhere Liaox's hands touched sent a jolt of numbness through her, a foreign pleasure that filled her with both fear and shame. Her honeyed orifice contracted under the dual stimulation, and her lewd fluids streamed down her thighs, further soaking her stockings. The lewd laughter and vulgar taunts from the surrounding men in black made her feel utterly exposed, but her body, bound by ropes, could not escape this torment. Liaox roughly grabbed Qingyuan's bound legs, forcefully lifting them. Her slender legs, encased in gray pantyhose, trembled helplessly in the air. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, leaving red marks. He first unbuckled the black high heel on her left foot, his movements surprisingly gentle, as if afraid of damaging her delicate feet. Then, the high heel on her right foot was also removed, her feet completely exposed to the air. Through the semi-transparent gray stockings, her slender ankles and rounded toes were clearly visible. Beneath the stockings, her fair skin flushed a faint pink, her toes curling involuntarily from pleasure. The arch of her foot curved into a beautiful arc, the stockings clinging to every inch of her skin, outlining a perfect silhouette. Years of wearing high heels had made her feet exceptionally petite, and the skin beneath the stockings exuded an alluring sheen. Liaox's fingers lightly caressed the soles of her feet through the stockings, causing Qingyuan to tremble uncontrollably, her toes stiffening, adding to her allure. Liaox's fingers tightly gripped the gray stockings on Qingyuan's feet, his knuckles turning white from the force. He first pinched the front of the stockings with his thumb and forefinger, while the other hand held her ankle steady. Suddenly, he twisted his wrist and tore outwards with force. With a "rip," the stockings immediately began to split from the toes. The fine threads snapped under the tension, forming spiderweb-like cracks. He continued to apply pressure, the tear in the stockings gradually widening as more threads broke. Qingyuan's fair instep peeked through the damaged stockings, the broken threads hanging on her feet, swaying gently with her tremors. Liaox's fingers followed the edge of the tear, continuing to rip, the stockings emitting faint tearing sounds under his rough movements. The torn threads hung loosely around her ankles, like a tattered net, paradoxically adding a touch of disheveled beauty. Liaox's hands moved to Qingyuan's calves, his fingernails deliberately scratching the surface of the stockings. This time, he changed his tearing method, gripping both sides of the stockings with his hands and pulling them in opposite directions. Under this lateral force, the stockings quickly snapped, splitting open in the middle. His fingers tore upwards along the edge of the rip, the stockings parting as if cut by a blade, revealing the smooth, white skin beneath. Broken threads dangled in the air, some clinging to her calves, others hanging loosely. His fingers traced the curve of her calves upwards, the stockings shattering wherever they touched. Qingyuan's calf skin appeared and disappeared beneath the torn stockings, the remaining threads swaying with her struggles, creating a peculiar visual impact. Reaching her thighs, Liaox's movements became even more brutal. His fingers dug deep into the stockings, his nails tearing through the outermost threads. This time, he adopted a circular tearing motion, his fingers rotating around her thighs, leaving a ring of damage on the stockings. As he moved, the stockings began to rip from the roots of her thighs, countless fine threads snapping. Liaox deliberately slowed down the tearing speed, savoring the process of the stockings gradually disintegrating. The broken threads crisscrossed her thighs, forming a chaotic, net-like pattern. Some threads clung tightly to her skin, while others hung loosely, swaying with her tremors. Qingyuan's thighs appeared and disappeared beneath the torn stockings, the tattered fabric only serving to highlight the fairness of her skin. Liaox's fingers continued upwards, leaving more tears near her private parts, rendering the once-intact stockings utterly fragmented. Liaox's gaze finally settled on Qingyuan's overflowing private parts, where the stockings and underwear had already been torn to shreds by the lewd worms. Through the damaged fabric, her engorged, swollen petals were clearly visible, along with the constantly wriggling black lewd worms. A large amount of clear lewd fluid streamed down the inner sides of her thighs, leaving streaks of moisture on the torn stockings. Liaox licked his lips lewdly, a sick smile spreading across his face. His fingers gently brushed over her wet private parts, his fingertips immediately coated with sticky love fluid. "Such a sensitive body..." Liaox's fingers circled her orifice, feeling the intense heat emanating from it. He could see Qingyuan's honeyed orifice contracting, tightly gripping the lewd worms inside. Suddenly, his finger hooked downwards, grasping the exposed part of a lewd worm. As he slowly pulled, a thick tentacle gradually withdrew from Qingyuan's honeyed orifice. "Ah... no... don't..." Qingyuan's voice was choked with sobs, as she could clearly feel the sensation of the tentacle rubbing against her sensitive inner walls. As the last tentacle finally left her body, Qingyuan let out a long, drawn-out moan. Her honeyed orifice contracted in a sudden sense of emptiness, and a large amount of lewd fluid gushed out from its opening. Without the stimulation of the lewd worms, she was finally freed from the endless climax. Qingyuan gasped for air, her chest heaving violently, sweat soaking her clothes. Her legs still trembled uncontrollably, the tingling sensation in her private parts leaving her weak. Before Qingyuan could recover from the previous climax, Liaox's fingers suddenly invaded her wet honeyed orifice. His movements were rough and direct, his index finger inserted all the way to the base, stirring her sensitive canal without any mercy. "Ah... no... it hurts!!" Qingyuan's voice was laced with sobs, but her bound body could not evade him. Liaox's fingers wantonly churned within her honeyed orifice, his knuckles deliberately bent to scrape against the sensitive inner walls. He could feel Qingyuan's seductive flesh clinging tightly to his fingers, contracting with his movements. "It's so wet and hot in here..." he leered, and his middle finger also squeezed in. The two fingers spread apart inside her orifice, stretching it wider. Qingyuan writhed her waist in shame, but such movements only allowed his fingers to penetrate deeper. Liaox's thumb did not forget to attend to her engorged clitoris, sometimes rubbing, sometimes teasing. His fingers thrust rapidly inside her honeyed orifice, drawing out a large amount of lewd fluid. "Ugh... too fast... no... no..." Qingyuan's voice became fragmented, but Liaox's actions grew even more unrestrained. His fingers specifically targeted her sensitive spots, rapidly rubbing that raised soft flesh. Qingyuan's waist arched uncontrollably, her honeyed orifice spasming under such stimulation. The roots of her thighs trembled violently, and another wave of climax was building. Liaox admired her dazed expression, his fingers moving more roughly. "No... don't... I'm going... Ahhhh!!!" Qingyuan's moans were laced with sobs, but her body honestly responded to this brutal invasion. Qing Yuan hadn't even had time to react before she saw Hei Ying pull a bright red, spherical object from his embrace. The thing exuded a lewd glow, its surface adorned with suggestive patterns. Before she could struggle, Hei Ying forcibly shoved the small ball into her mouth. Its smooth surface scraped against her tender tongue, and a strange taste spread through her mouth. "Mmph mmph! Mmph?!" Qing Yuan let out muffled whimpers. The ball was just the right size to keep her mouth from closing completely, yet not so large as to be unbearable. Crystal-clear saliva trickled down the corners of her mouth, making her look even more pitiful. Her fingers fumbled frantically, trying to remove the shameful device, but just then, a bizarre scene unfolded. Thin, long straps suddenly extended from the sides of the ball, wrapping around to the back of her head as if alive. Under her terrified gaze, the straps automatically fastened together, securing the gag firmly in place. Qing Yuan's fingers explored the back of her head, but she couldn't find any release mechanism. The straps seemed to meld into one behind her head. All she could do was emit "mmph" groans, saliva uncontrollably spilling from her mouth and down her slender neck, dampening her disheveled nightgown. "It's been a while since I personally bound a beauty. I hope your body doesn't disappoint me!" Hei Ying's voice was filled with lewd intent. He roughly pushed Qing Yuan to the ground, her delicate body trembling on the cold floor. Her silk nightgown was already in disarray, revealing large swathes of fair skin. Hei Ying retrieved a bundle of pitch-black ropes from his storage pouch, which gleamed eerily under the moonlight. Seeing this terrifying implement, Qing Yuan fearfully tried to scramble up and escape, but Hei Ying lunged forward, his strong body pressing down on her. Through the thin nightgown, Qing Yuan could clearly feel his burning body heat and the oppressive weight. Hei Ying picked up the rope, skillfully folding it in half and draping it over Qing Yuan's fair nape. The two ends of the rope extended downwards, looped under her tender armpits, and returned. His fingers deliberately lingered on her sensitive areas, causing Qing Yuan to shudder. The rope was then wound evenly around her upper arms, four times each, each loop sinking perfectly into her soft flesh. The rope continued downwards, wrapping around her fair forearms four times as well, until the two strands converged into one at her wrists. Next, Hei Ying bent Qing Yuan's hands backward, crossing her wrists in an "X" shape, and tightly bound them with the rope. The remaining rope was threaded up through the rope at her nape and slowly pulled taut. Simultaneously, his other hand lifted Qing Yuan's arms until her fingertips almost touched the rope at the back of her neck before stopping. This position caused Qing Yuan extreme discomfort, but the red ball in her mouth allowed only muffled whimpers. Then, Hei Ying wove the rope back and forth between her right upper arm and her back. He looped the rope downwards to her right upper arm, passed it through the gap between her arm and back, then looped it to her left upper arm, repeating this three times. Qing Yuan felt a sense of suffocation as her body was forced to arch, her soft breasts peeking through her silk nightgown. Finally, he brought the remaining rope back to her wrists and tied a knot, slowly tightening it and forcing Qing Yuan's arms closer together. Qing Yuan felt as if her arms were about to break, but Hei Ying remained unmoved. He continued to use the remaining rope to wrap around the parallel strands between her arms, then wound it around her wrists three times, finally tying a tight knot at her wrists. Hei Ying tugged forcefully on the ropes binding Qing Yuan, his rough fingers occasionally brushing against her delicate skin. He meticulously checked the tightness of each knot, ensuring his beautiful prey could not escape. Nodding with satisfaction, he retrieved another brand-new black rope from his storage pouch. This rope was noticeably thinner than the previous one, more suitable for restraining sensitive areas. He folded the rope in half and securely tied one end to Qing Yuan's already immobile wrists. Then, Hei Ying roughly flipped Qing Yuan over, making her lie face up. Her silk nightgown opened almost completely during this movement, revealing her proud breasts. His fingers maliciously toyed with her nipples for a few moments, watching with satisfaction as they hardened under the stimulation. The rope began to weave above and below her full breasts, sinking perfectly into the soft flesh. Four strands above and four below tightly bound her breasts, creating an alluring shape. Her fair flesh spilled from the gaps in the ropes, exuding a seductive sheen. Hei Ying brought the remaining rope back to her wrists and tightened it, each tightening eliciting a muffled groan from Qing Yuan. His technique then became more intricate, the rope looping from her left shoulder to her chest, weaving back and forth in the deep cleavage. He deliberately slowed his movements, savoring Qing Yuan's embarrassed expression. The four strands above and below were continuously tightened, digging deeply into the tender flesh at the base of her breasts. Under this restraint, Qing Yuan's breasts were forced to stand high, their shape becoming rounder and fuller. Her two pink nipples trembled in the air, rising and falling with her breaths. This was not the end. Hei Ying wound the rope three more times in the cleavage, tightly binding the upper and lower strands together. This action squeezed Qing Yuan's breasts into a distorted shape, but it presented a peculiar beauty. Her fair flesh spilled from the gaps in the black ropes, forming alluring ravines. Her two delicate buds were fully erect, appearing even more sensitive under the restraint. Qing Yuan couldn't help but let out soft moans, her body involuntarily writhing under the stimulation, but this only pulled at the ropes all over her body, bringing stronger pleasure. Qing Yuan's slender legs, encased in light white pantyhose, became Hei Ying's next target. Through the semi-transparent fabric of the stockings, her fair skin was clearly visible. Hei Ying retrieved another brand-new rope from his storage pouch; this one was noticeably thicker than the previous ones. He folded the rope in half and tied one end around Qing Yuan's slender waist. Two tight loops dug deeply into her soft flesh, tied with a firm knot at the small of her back. The rope continued downwards, Hei Ying's technique becoming increasingly skilled. He first wrapped it around Qing Yuan's plump thighs in a figure-eight pattern, the rope passing between her legs and then returning, the stockings being squeezed into alluring indentations. Next was the upper part of her knees, the same figure-eight restraint preventing her from straightening her legs. The rope below her knees was even tighter, ensuring her legs could only remain bent. Finally, her slender ankles were bound, the black rope forming a stark contrast with the white stockings. Through this method of reinforcing through the stockings, Qing Yuan's legs were firmly secured, rendering her immobile. Hei Ying grabbed the remaining rope at her ankles and threaded it upwards through the knot wrapped around the base of her thighs. With a strong pull, he forced Qing Yuan's calves to press tightly against her thighs. Through the stockings, the taut lines of her muscles were visible, the rope digging deeply into her soft skin. He looped around her thighs and ankles three more times, then threaded horizontally, tightening the rope further. This forced Qing Yuan's legs to bend completely, her calves and thighs pressed tightly together. Finally, Hei Ying tied the last knot at her ankles, ensuring this shameful position could not be altered. The light white stockings were already marked with deep indentations, making Qing Yuan's beautiful legs appear even more alluring under this restraint. Qing Yuan's trembling body, completely bound, shuddered uncontrollably, a sense of despair washing over her like a tide. She twisted her body in vain, but Hei Ying's binding skills were too exquisite; any struggle only made the ropes tighten further. Her silk nightgown was in tatters from her violent movements, revealing large expanses of fair skin. The ropes on her chest continuously rubbed against her sensitive nipples with her struggles, bringing waves of shameful pleasure. "Heh heh, it's still early~" Hei Ying's voice sounded particularly sinister in the silent room. His gaze greedily roamed over Qing Yuan, admiring her bound form. "Although my real target this time is that other female mage, it's not bad to have a taste of you first~ Tsk tsk, let me show you how good I am at seven times in one night!" His hands were already impatiently reaching for Qing Yuan. Hei Ying's hands covered Qing Yuan's proud breasts, feeling their softness through the thin silk nightgown. His thumbs and forefingers pinched her erect nipples, stroking them back and forth, sometimes lightly scraping the sensitive tips with his nails. The restraint of the ropes forced her breasts to stand high, trembling under his caresses. Qing Yuan shamefully closed her eyes, but her body involuntarily responded to the stimulation. Her nipples became harder under this fondling, each touch bringing a wave of tingling pleasure. "Alright, stop struggling, and tie this little slut up quickly," Black Eagle's voice dripped with a sinister chuckle. He looked down at Charis, pinned to the ground, a dangerous glint in his golden eyes. "The organization suffered such heavy losses because of her, I will definitely ravage and torment her, and make this little slut a public cum dumpster for our Black Bandit gang from now on!" As he spoke, he took out a pile of special tools from his spatial ring and threw them on the ground, signaling his subordinates to begin, a sick smile on his face. A black-clothed man picked up an exquisite collar and forcibly fastened it around Charis's slender neck. The material of the collar was cold and hard, fitting snugly against her fair skin. The design of the collar forced her to lift her head slightly, a posture that made her appear both proud and slutty. Her mouth, stuffed with a gag, could not utter a protest, only muffled whimpers. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, wetting a patch of skin on her chest. The front of the collar was inlaid with a large crystal, emitting a faint blue light. This was a special magic-suppressing collar; the energy flowing within the crystal could block a mage's perception and control of magical elements. Charis immediately felt her internal magic completely sealed off, even the most basic perception of magical elements vanished. This feeling was like suddenly going blind, filling her with unprecedented fear. A flicker of despair flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she instantly understood the function of the collar. The surrounding Black Bandit members looked at her appearance and let out bursts of lewd laughter. Some hands had already begun to pick up other tools, eager to use them on Charis. A black-clothed man picked up a pair of exquisite nipple clamps from the tools on the ground, the silver bells glinting seductively in the moonlight. His palm roughly kneaded Charis's proud breasts, causing the two tender buds to become erect under the stimulation. Charis let out a muffled whimper, but the red ball in her mouth prevented her from uttering any protest. The man's fingers pinched the tip of her right nipple and clamped the nipple clamp down fiercely onto the engorged bud. The sudden pain made Charis's body arch violently, but she was held down and unable to struggle. The bells chimed crisply with her trembling, making the scene even more lewd. The tip of her left nipple soon suffered the same fate, two bells swaying on her chest, each vibration bringing a wave of tingling pleasure. Another black-clothed man took out a pink oval vibrator, a lewd smile on his face. His palm caressed Charis's private parts, rubbing the sensitive petals through her torn stockings. A maiden who had never experienced such stimulation quickly became wet, the moisture seeping through the fabric. The man tore a hole in the stockings and pressed the vibrator tightly against her engorged clitoris. As the "buzzing" vibration began, an unprecedented pleasure instantly swept through Charis's entire body. Her legs, encased in stockings, trembled uncontrollably, her pussy contracting under such stimulation, secreting more arousal fluid. Charis had never experienced such intense pleasure; her body writhed uncontrollably. The bells on her chest swayed with her movements, their crisp sounds intermingling with her muffled moans. The vibration frequency of the vibrator suddenly increased, and more arousal fluid gushed from her pussy, wetting the ground beneath her. This unfamiliar pleasure made her both scared and ashamed, but her body honestly responded to the stimulation. Her pretty face was flushed to the point of bleeding, and a layer of mist appeared in her beautiful eyes. She, a noble princess, was now like a broken toy, completely reduced to the plaything of these villains. A group of Black Bandit members scrambled forward, eager to demonstrate their bondage skills on Charis with rough hemp ropes. One grabbed her slender wrists and tied them behind her back, while another took the rope and began to wrap it. The hemp rope wound around her fair wrists, a full six times. They deliberately tightened it, the rope digging deeply into her delicate joints. Another two rounds were added vertically, tightening the original knot even further. Charis's wrists quickly showed bruises, but these men clearly weren't going to stop there. A burly black-clothed man grabbed Charis's bound wrists and pulled them upward forcefully. He first pulled her hands to the back of her neck, but apparently, that wasn't stimulating enough. So, with another surge of strength, he pulled her wrists hard behind her neck, almost touching the top of her head. Others took the opportunity to secure her wrists in this extreme position with ropes, while also taking out new ropes to wrap around her slender neck. The double restraint of the magic-suppressing collar and the ropes made Charis feel suffocated. She coughed incessantly, and the gag in her mouth made even normal breathing difficult. More black-clothed men joined this cruel bondage game. Some pried open her slender fingers and tightly bound each one together with thin rope. Another grabbed her slightly everted elbows, due to the position, and tried to bring them together. The human anatomy made this action almost impossible, but this brutal fellow clearly didn't care. He bent them inward with all his might until a crisp "crack" was heard. Charis let out a sharp cry of pain, tears streaming uncontrollably. But these men ignored it, securing her elbows in this twisted position with ropes. The bells on her chest swayed with her pained tremors, and the vibrator in her pussy continued to buzz tirelessly. This dual torment of pain and pleasure brought her to the brink of collapse. "Waaahhh?! Broken, it's broken?! Mmmph~" Charis let out a piercing scream. Her slender wrists and elbow joints were bound to the point of near dislocation; any slight movement brought excruciating pain. But not moving was even more painful; the forced, twisted posture of her muscles and bones made her suffer immensely. Her small mouth, blocked by the gag, could only emit muffled whimpers, saliva constantly dripping from the corners. This no-win situation made her want to cry but have no tears; even the pleasure from the vibrator in her pussy couldn't mask the intense pain in her joints. A group of black-clothed men pulled the groaning Charis up, their ropes now aimed at her proud breasts. Their methods were both rough and skillful, the ropes encircling her breasts horizontally for a full seven or eight rounds. Each round was tightened with all their might, squeezing the soft breast tissue into deformed shapes. Then, four or five more strands were added vertically between her breasts, forming a complete binding net. The ropes, like iron hoops, clamped her breasts from the root, forcing them into even more lewd shapes. Finally, a black-clothed man stepped on her smooth back with one foot and pulled the rope ends with all his might. His black leather boot left a clear imprint on her fair skin, adding a touch of sadistic beauty. The moment the leather strap tightened around her neck, Qing Yuan was overcome with agony, her throat emitting a hoarse groan. Ya Fei slowly rose, her fingers tracing the pleats of her skirt as she elegantly adjusted her slightly disheveled attire. She glided with light steps to Qing Yuan's front, her voice dripping with disdain, "Hmph! So what if you're a fifth-tier mage? You still ended up in my hands! What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and tie her down!!" Her gaze turned icy, and with a slight flick of her finger, the leather strap tightened further. Qing Yuan's eyes began to redden, the pain of oxygen deprivation clouding her consciousness. Her struggles grew weaker, and she could only watch as the lackeys approached with ropes. The group of thugs, who had been itching for this moment, immediately grabbed rough hemp ropes upon hearing the command and surrounded her. Their eyes were filled with lust, and twisted smiles contorted their faces. The burliest man seized Qing Yuan's wrists, forcefully twisting her arms behind her back. "Wha? No!! Ugh, ah! No! You despicable wretches!! Ugh~!" Qing Yuan's furious curses echoed through the auction hall. But they paid no heed, instead quickening their pace. The ropes continued upward, binding her forearms securely. They used the same method to tie her upper arms and forearms, tying a reinforced knot at each point. Finally, a Y-shaped restraint was formed at three joints, rendering her arms completely immobile. Then, the man threaded the rope under her armpits, beginning to crisscross it around her torso. The rope formed a figure-eight around her chest, completely immobilizing her upper body. The man suddenly exerted force, tightening all the knots simultaneously. The ropes dug deep into her dress, leaving clear indentations. The entire binding process was precise and brutal, transforming the arrogant mage into a prisoner at their mercy. "Oh my, still so defiant even now~~~ Did you really want to chant a spell to hit me just now, hmm? Come, sister will give you something nice!" Ya Fei said, producing an exquisite gag from her embrace. The metal piece glinted coldly under the lights. She approached Qing Yuan, forcefully prying open her jaw and wedging the metal piece between her teeth. Qing Yuan tried to shake her head in resistance, but the strap around her neck immediately tightened, rendering her immobile. Ya Fei's fingers gently traced the adjustment screw of the gag, and she began to turn it slowly and firmly. Under her control, the metal piece gradually widened, prying open Qing Yuan's mouth little by little. The strap tightened further with her struggles, leaving her to passively endure it all. Ya Fei continued to turn the adjustment screw until the gag had fully opened Qing Yuan's mouth, revealing her moist oral cavity. Her tongue had nowhere to go under the pressure of the metal piece, and could only helplessly press against her lower jaw. Saliva began to trickle from her forced-open lips, forming glistening trails on her chin. Her throat emitted muffled whimpers, but she could no longer utter complete sentences. Ya Fei admired her handiwork, gently wiping away the saliva from Qing Yuan's lips. "Hmph, a mage who can't chant, what's the difference from mere meat?" "Mmmph mmmph oh~?!" Qing Yuan let out muffled whimpers, her bound body writhing violently. But the men were unfazed by her resistance, continuing their binding. Rough hemp ropes extended from her back to her waist, weaving a dense net around her abdomen. Two ropes passed between her legs, forcefully digging into her tender labia. The men tightened the ropes with brute force, driving them deep into her most sensitive areas. They then connected the ropes to the restraints on her wrists, forcing her hands tightly together behind her back. Any slight struggle would immediately tighten the ropes around her groin, inflicting more intense stimulation. The ropes rubbed against her clitoris and labia, and every movement caused her to tremble involuntarily. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph eh!!!" Qing Yuan struggled violently again as the men began to bind her ankles. Her legs were brought together, and the men picked up new ropes to secure her ankles. Unexpectedly, she managed to kick away several men with force. But others immediately pounced, roughly grabbing her legs and lifting her off the ground. Her struggles were greatly limited, her legs unable to move. One man immediately stepped forward and tightly bound her ankles with rope. The rope wrapped around five times and was tied into a death knot. That wasn't enough; they added two more vertical wraps for reinforcement, ensuring she couldn't break free, and the rope also secured the heels of her 12-centimeter high heels, preventing her from even kicking off her shoes. Under the restraint of the ropes, Qing Yuan's struggles gradually became futile. After tightly binding Qing Yuan's ankles, the man continued to use the rope to bind her long, slender, black-silk high-heeled legs together from her calves, knees (both above and below), mid-thighs, and upper thighs, reinforcing them with vertical wraps. Qing Yuan's long, slender, black-silk legs were tightly bound together by the ropes, unable to separate at all. Once the binding and restraint of Qing Yuan's entire body were complete, Ya Fei released her control over the leather strap. Without support, Qing Yuan's feet touched the ground, the heels of her high heels making a crisp sound against the floor. Because her legs were tightly bound together by the ropes, she completely lost her balance, her delicate body swaying uncontrollably. Just as she was about to fall, a burly man grabbed her waist from behind. The man's rough, large hands immediately began to act wantonly. His right hand stroked back and forth across Qing Yuan's waist, his palm gripping and kneading the soft flesh. His left hand reached under her skirt from behind, grabbing her buttocks and rubbing them vigorously. His fingers dug into her flesh, wantonly playing with her through the silk stockings. The man's hand slid up and down her buttocks, occasionally poking her private opening through the stockings with his fingertips. His actions became increasingly unrestrained, his palms slapping her buttocks with crisp sounds. Qing Yuan was forced to endure these obscenities, the gag allowing her only muffled whimpers. Every time she tried to struggle, the ropes around her groin would tighten, making her limbs go weak. The man seized the opportunity to hold her tighter, burying his nose in her neck and inhaling deeply, while his hands intensified their actions. His fingers rubbed back and forth along the lines of the rope, repeatedly pressing and kneading, especially at the parts where the rope dug into her labia, contentedly feeling the tremors of the prey in his arms. "Little sister, women who attend auctions must be tied up, it's the rule here. Do you know how formidable I am now?" Ya Fei's fingertip traced the corner of Qing Yuan's mouth, which was stretched open by the gag, a smile playing on her lips. The buyers in the second-floor private boxes leaned out, shamelessly appraising the subdued fifth-tier mage. Applause and clamor echoed through the auction hall, everyone commenting on the current pathetic state of the arrogant mage. The ropes were deeply embedded in her skin, leaving clear marks at every joint. Her legs, bound together, could not be separated, and she could only stand with the man's support. The gag prevented her from uttering complete syllables, leaving only broken whimpers. A VIP from the second floor spoke up, "Miss Ya Fei, is this fifth-tier mage for sale?" His tone was filled with greed, his gaze lingering on Qing Yuan. Murmurs of agreement immediately arose, everyone wanting to possess such a noble and beautiful slave. Ya Fei gently shook her head, her red lips parting slightly. "I'm sorry, everyone, but this mage lady is not for sale at the moment. What if one of you is an accomplice of this little girl and releases her after buying her? Ya Fei doesn't want to be sought for revenge later~~~" Suddenly, Ya Fei's voice took on a playful tone. "However! This is the first time I've encountered trouble since holding auctions in the black market. To make an example and deter anyone from daring to be presumptuous in the future, I've decided to add a special round of auction. The content of the auction will be the right to publicly humiliate and train this fifth-tier mage!" After several failed attempts, Charis finally found the right method. She carefully shifted her hips, letting her weight press down on the vibrating little toy, then ground forward with force. The stimulation from this action was more intense than before, her thigh muscles trembling uncontrollably, pleasure surging through her body like an electric current. The leather surface of the seat became damp with her sweat, emitting a faint rustling sound with her movements. Her breathing grew more rapid, her chest heaving, and she could clearly feel the little toy shifting position under her movements. Finally, after the third attempt, the tormenting little toy moved slightly away from the most sensitive spot. Although the vibration continued, it was at least no longer unbearable. Just as Charis was preparing to seize this opportunity to begin chanting her spell, the man on the second floor was staring intently at her every move, greediness and anger flashing in his eyes. He was still toying with the remote for the vibrator that had fallen from Charis, clearly displeased with her efforts to escape the stimulation. Seizing the moment when everyone's attention was captivated by the performance on stage, he silently leaped down from the second floor. Charis was focused on her magical incantation, fire elements gathering around her. Suddenly, a large hand reached out from behind and clamped tightly over her mouth. Her magic instantly dispersed, her spell forced to a halt. She immediately recognized the attacker as the man who had been playing with the remote and struggled, but he held her fast. The man's other hand slipped under her skirt, his fingertips finding the vibrator. He deliberately increased the pressure, pushing the toy deeper into her most sensitive core. Charis's cunt contracted violently from the sudden stimulation, and a copious amount of lubrication gushed from her opening, soaking her panties. The man leaned down, his hot breath fanning her ear. "Little sister, don't be in such a hurry~ Brother hasn't had his fill yet. You looked so beautiful bidding earlier~ Did seeing the girls on stage get you going too? Come, brother will help you~~~" He grabbed the gag from the table, a specially made black leather contraption, two fingers wide. The moment she saw the gag, Charis shuddered and shook her head desperately in resistance. The man sneered and pinched her nose with his fingers. The suffocating sensation made her dizzy, and her struggles weakened. Just as she was about to reach her limit, the man suddenly released his grip. A primal gasp for air caused her mouth to open, and the gag was immediately shoved inside. "Mmphh-ugh?! No!! Mmphh-ugh-ugh-ugh!!!" Charis tried to spit out the gag, but it was firmly secured by the strap. The gag forced her jaw open, keeping her mouth agape. Saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, wetting her collar. The man held the remote in one hand and kneaded her breasts with the other. The vibrator throbbed wildly inside her, the current stimulating her sensitive inner walls. Charis's sanity began to crumble under the pleasure, her moans growing increasingly sweet. Charis seethed with rage. Not only had this bastard forced the gag into her mouth, but he dared to further defile her body. The man's palm pressed directly against her private parts, his rough fingertips rubbing back and forth through her panties. His other hand slipped under her collar, roughly squeezing her breasts. His fingers pinched her erect nipples, pulling them outward before suddenly releasing them, repeatedly tormenting the sensitive points. This stimulation made Charis's body go limp, rendering her unable to concentrate and channel her battle energy. The man's fingers, slick with her arousal, slid down her inner thighs, feeling the smooth texture beneath the black pantyhose. He deliberately increased the pressure of his kneading, watching with satisfaction as the wet patches appeared on the pantyhose. Charis tried to close her legs, but the ropes held her immobile. The man's fingers traced circles on the backs of her knees, while his other hand moved towards her ankles. His rough fingertips scraped her calves through the pantyhose, causing her to tremble. Seeing Charis still resisting, the man sneered and pulled a thin rope from his pocket. He tied the rope to the knot at her ankles and pulled the other end upwards. As the rope tightened, Charis's legs were forced high into the air. This position left her nowhere to hide, and even the outline of her panties was clearly visible. The man's fingers slid down over the pantyhose, deliberately pressing back and forth on her arches. Next, the man unfastened her high heels, revealing her delicate feet encased in black silk. His tongue licked the soles of her feet through the pantyhose, his rough tongue scraping against her sensitive skin. The wet, warm sensation made Charis tremble all over, her toes curling involuntarily. The man escalated his assault, lightly biting her toes with his teeth while his fingers massaged her calves. Under the barrage of stimuli, Charis's breathing grew rapid, and a surge of heat welled up from the depths of her cunt. At that moment, the vibrator inside her suddenly unleashed a powerful current. Tiny tentacles thrashed wildly within her canal, the current stimulating her sensitive points. Charis's back arched sharply, and she let out muffled moans. Pleasure and shame intertwined, her sanity beginning to fracture. The man continued his ministrations, licking her delicate feet while his fingers flicked the vibrator's switch. Charis felt like she was going mad, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. The man's fingers traced patterns on the surface of the black pantyhose, his fingertips encountering a silky texture. He gripped the edge of the pantyhose and pulled outward with force, the delicate threads emitting a faint sound under his rough action. His fingers glided across the surface of the pantyhose, applying greater pressure in certain areas, causing the fabric fibers to begin separating. The elasticity of the pantyhose weakened under his tugging, and small cracks began to appear on the surface. These cracks spread outwards like a spiderweb, damaging the pantyhose's original perfect texture. His fingernails deliberately scraped these fragile areas, accelerating the fabric's deterioration. His actions shifted to the inner thighs of Charis, where the pantyhose had become taut from previous movements. He scraped his fingernails back and forth on the surface of the pantyhose, causing the fabric fibers to separate under this sustained friction. He gripped the pantyhose at this spot and pulled forcefully in the opposite direction. The black fabric emitted a tearing sound under this immense tension, and a rip began to form from the inner thigh. He continued to widen this rip, letting it extend along the curve of her thigh. The torn edges formed an irregular shape, revealing the fair skin beneath. His fingers slipped into the rip, gripping the edges of the fabric and continuing to tear. The elasticity of the pantyhose made this process particularly slow, the fabric fibers breaking one by one with faint sounds. His movements became more forceful, causing the rip to continuously expand. The damaged area extended from the inner thigh to the outer, the black pantyhose forming a stark contrast with the fair skin. His fingers occasionally brushed against the exposed skin, this direct contact causing Charis's body to tremble uncontrollably. This guy looked a bit sturdier than the mushroom-head, but with a far more lewd grin plastered on his face. He practically scrambled onto the platform, his gaze fixed on Charis, who was hanging upside down before him, her curves exposed and still trembling slightly. A nauseating, guttural chuckle rumbled in his throat. The mushroom-head's previous "left and right slap" perversion had indeed given him great "inspiration." A more shameful, more debauched, and more cruel idea slithered into his mind like a venomous snake. He was no longer satisfied with simple violation; he craved complete control and ultimate humiliation. With nimble movements, he approached the ropes suspending Charis. First, he untied the ropes binding her ankles. Then, ignoring any faint whimpers Charis might have made, he roughly grabbed her long, now powerless thighs and forcibly bent them towards her chest, binding them together. He made Charis cross her calves in front of her, then used another coarse hemp rope he'd brought to tightly bind her crossed ankles together. Next, he yanked the end of the rope binding her ankles upwards, looped it around her neck, and then connected and secured it to the main rope suspending her wrists! In this manner, Charis's entire body was forcibly contorted into an extremely humiliating and twisted posture. Her legs were bent and bound against her chest, her ankles pulled taut towards her neck, leaving her most private parts completely exposed and open for all to see. This was the legendary, deeply humiliating "Peach Bind"! This position not only rendered her immobile but also subjected her joints to immense pain, every muscle screaming in agony. Having completed this perverse binding, a deeply satisfied and cruel smile spread across the beggar's face. He walked over to the mechanism controlling the main rope and began to pull it upwards, inch by inch. Charis's bound, naked body, coiled like a sacrificial offering, slowly lifted off the ground, suspended in mid-air, swaying gently with the slight movement of the rope. In this position, due to gravity and the continuous effect of the "御枷之水" (Imperial Restraint Water), her swollen, fully exposed honey-hole dripped with glistening, lewd fluids, a symbol of shame and pain, drop by drop, hitting the ground below and echoing in the beggar's heart. After adjusting Charis to the appropriate height, the beggar quickly shed his trousers, revealing a penis that had already grown thick and hard with excitement, looking grotesque. Unlike the previous two, he didn't pounce immediately. Instead, with the smugness of a predator toying with its prey, he lay down directly beneath Charis, adjusting his position until his proudly erect penis, its tip still stained with some cloudy fluid, precisely targeted the dripping, wet opening suspended above. With everything prepared, a look of anticipation and twisted amusement on his face, he began to loosen the rope in his hands, extremely slowly, bit by bit. As the rope slackened, Charis's body, bound in the Peach Bind, also began to descend. She could feel the heat rising from below, carrying a foul odor, drawing closer, yet she was powerless to resist. Finally, under the beggar's precise control, her honey-hole, constantly dripping with fluids, swollen and wet, landed squarely and unerringly on the tip of the hard, iron-like penis that had been waiting for so long! The cold, passive sensation of penetration instantly struck her, the pain of an alien object forcibly stretching her inner walls causing her entire body to jolt violently. A broken gasp, suppressed by extreme pain and shame, erupted from her throat! Merely enduring penetration passively was clearly not enough to satisfy the beggar's perverse sadism and the "innovative" spirit he had "learned" from the mushroom-head. The lewd grin on his face intensified, his eyes flashing with excited cruelty. He didn't begin the usual thrusting like the others. Instead, he reached out with his dirty, rough hands and precisely gripped Charis's buttocks, which, due to the Peach Bind, appeared rounder and were now trembling slightly from being suspended. Then, he exerted a slight force with his waist and began to twist with his hands—but that wasn't all! He actually began to treat Charis's body, suspended in mid-air and intimately connected to his lower body, like a toy. Slowly, with a chilling rhythm, he started to spin her! Charis's body was forced to rotate in the air around his erect penis as the axis, a scene of utter shame. This meant that the tender, sensitive inner walls of her honey-hole, currently weakened by the drug's effects, were being subjected to a continuous, all-encompassing, 360-degree grinding motion against the thick, invading object! "Heh... hehehehe..." The beggar let out an uncontrollable, intensely excited lewd chuckle. This unprecedented, unimaginable method of violation brought an explosion of extreme pleasure far beyond ordinary intercourse! He could clearly feel his penis being tightly enveloped by the hot, slippery, and constantly spasming flesh of her hole, which was contracting due to the drug. As their bodies spun, every inch of the inner walls repeatedly scraped, squeezed, and sucked his shaft, bringing a deep, bone-chilling numbness, like being licked by countless warm mouths or drawn into the tightest vortex! The sensation was so intense, so incredibly pleasurable, that he almost surrendered immediately. He closed his eyes, completely immersed in the perverse pleasure he had created, built upon the extreme pain and humiliation of the other. His hands spun Charis's body with even greater force, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down, fully enjoying this brief but incredibly stimulating "five minutes." Time ticked by, extreme pleasure washing over his nerves in waves, the five-minute limit hanging over him like a sword. Finally, under this dual stimulation, he could no longer hold back. Accompanied by a roar that echoed through the dilapidated hut, filled with primal desire and final release, a torrent of hot, viscous, and astonishingly large semen erupted from the tip of his penis like a volcanic eruption, pouring unreservedly and deeply into Charis's innermost womb, delivering a burning impact! And almost simultaneously with his ejaculation, Charis, suspended in the air, enduring the triple torment of rotation, penetration, and drugs, her already collapsing body finally reached a completely involuntary and agonizing physiological peak under the evil influence of the "御枷之水." A series of higher-pitched, more broken, and completely altered gasps erupted from her throat. Her bound body convulsed and trembled violently as if electrocuted! Immediately following this, a surge of fluids far more powerful than any before, like a breached dam, gushed from the depths of her contracting, spasming honey-hole! A large amount of almost transparent, hot liquid sprayed upwards with astonishing force, then, due to gravity, cascaded down, drenching the beggar below, who was still immersed in the afterglow of his ejaculation, his face, chest, and dirty clothes, instantly soaking him more than halfway! Charis's body swayed weakly in the air, gasping continuously, unable to offer any resistance beyond enduring the boundless pain and humiliation. The previous beggar's extremely perverse hanging and spinning technique, along with Charis's final, almost uncontrollable, violent gushing reaction, acted like two potent aphrodisiacs, completely igniting the suppressed beastly nature and madness in the hearts of all the remaining beggars! The gang leader's "five-minute" time limit, instead of bringing order, now acted like a starting gun, shattering the already dwindling remnants of reason and patience. Who cared about queuing or taking turns anymore? If they waited any longer, they wouldn't even get a taste! A large number of beggars who had been anxiously waiting behind, no longer able to contain the surging desire and inflamed fervor within them, let out excited, chaotic roars and shrieks like hyenas smelling blood. They surged forward instantly, crowding the already narrow platform so densely that not even a drop of water could pass through! In the chaos, the scene completely spiraled out of control, devolving into a more debauched and disorderly free-for-all, with multiple penetrations happening simultaneously! One beggar, his face a mask of brutality, roughly grabbed Charis's chin, which was fixed by the Peach Bind and wet with tears and sweat. He forcibly pried open her pale lips and impatiently shoved his own hard, hot, lewdly scented penis deep inside! He thrust relentlessly, attempting to penetrate her soft mouth and reach the back of her throat, eliciting waves of painful, near-suffocating gagging and whimpers from Charis, saliva and filth uncontrollably dribbling down the corners of her mouth. Meanwhile, another, relatively shorter beggar, squeezed himself in front of Charis's chest. He gazed with greedy eyes at her breasts, which, due to the Peach Bind, were pushed high, their shapes full and rounded, glistening enticingly in the dim light. Excitedly, he pulled out his own erect penis, aimed it at the deep, soft cleavage, then forcibly squeezed the two mounds of plump flesh together with his hands, clamping his penis tightly between them. He then began to rub it back and forth rapidly and forcefully! The sensation of warm, slippery skin and the pleasure of being enveloped by tight flesh made him yelp with excitement. The fair skin of her breasts quickly became red from his rough movements, stained with the grime and sweat from his body, as well as Charis's "love fluids" dripping from above. Some were not satisfied with this and crowded around Charis's arms, which were either bound behind her back or fixed by the Peach Bind. An older-looking beggar, grinning menacingly, grabbed Charis's slender, cold, and powerless hand. He forcibly pried open her fingers, making her grasp his own ugly, purplish-hard penis. Then, he controlled Charis's wrist, forcing her soft, weak palm to perform mechanical and humiliating up-and-down stroking motions on his thick, hard shaft! Charis's fingers were forced to feel the hot, hard, vein-covered texture. Each forced slide felt like a brutal cut across her dignity. Thus, Charis's body was completely reduced to a broken vessel, simultaneously divided, possessed, and toyed with by numerous invaders. Her mouth was forcibly filled, her breasts were used as tools for release, her hands were forced to perform actions she utterly refused, and her nether regions were filled by the penises of new beggars, her entire being submerged in debauchery. "You bastards! Do you think these tricks will make me surrender?! Dream on! Mmmph mmmph mmmph ahhh...!!" Yet, her moans betrayed her true feelings, an undeniable pleasure and craving, as if begging for more stimulation and torment. This conflict and struggle plunged her into deeper despair. The mysterious man's brow twitched at Charis's defiant words and seductive moans, a smile of amusement playing on his lips. "Haha, of course, I know you won't yield so easily. If the will of a Saint-level expert were so fragile, it would be too boring. Don't rush, the real show is yet to come~~~~" He then produced four small patches from an exquisite box. These circular patches, smooth as mirrors, emitted a cold sheen. He carefully placed two on Charis's full, erect breasts, covering her areolas and nipples. The other two were affixed to the inner thighs of her slender, rounded legs, pressed against her tender skin. The cold patches on Charis's heated body brought an indescribable discomfort. A chill seemed to surge through her, making her shiver. Though she didn't know what these patches were or their purpose, her body's instinctual fear made her want to struggle and break free. But bound tightly by chains, all her efforts were in vain. The more she struggled, the tighter the chains bit, and the more unbearable her pain became. Worse still, her struggles agitated the clamps hanging from her nipples, their serrated edges cruelly tearing at her flesh, inflicting more intense stimulation and pain. "Bastard!! Let me go!! If you have the guts, face me head-on instead of resorting to these dirty tricks!!" Charis cried out in shame and rage, her voice filled with anger and defiance. Yet, her current lewd and shameful appearance made her words sound more like seductive flirtation. "Haha, what time is it, and you're still thinking about fair duels! How naive!" the mysterious man scoffed, his face etched with mockery and disdain, as if he'd heard a grand joke. In his eyes, fair duels were merely the self-consolation of the defeated. With a snap of his fingers, the crisp sound echoed in the empty room like the call of death. Instantly, the four patches on Charis's tender skin erupted with intense electricity. Like countless ferocious vipers, the current surged into her body, wantonly ravaging her nerves. Transmitted from the highly sensitive skin of her breasts and inner thighs, the electricity triggered violent spasms and convulsions. The current on her breasts stimulated her nipples, making the delicate buds stand even more erect and sensitive, causing unbearable pain. The current on her inner thighs stimulated her private parts, as if a hot current surged within her, making her involuntarily groan. "Hahaha, look at you, so lewd. You just said you'd never surrender, but your body betrays you, doesn't it?" The mysterious man burst into unrestrained, wild laughter. His eyes, filled with desire, fixed on Charis's pained yet alluring expression. He unashamedly reached for his crotch, roughly unzipping his pants and pulling them down to reveal his monstrous, thick erection. It was a deep crimson, crisscrossed with bulging veins, and a clear fluid secreted from its tip, emitting a potent, musky odor. "Wuwuwu... Bastard!! Don't touch me...!! Wuwuwu... Ahhh...!!" Seeing this, Charis was overcome with shame and rage, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson, as if they might bleed. She felt immense humiliation and disgust, struggling and writhing, trying to escape the sight of the mysterious man's filth, but her restraints held her fast. The chains dug into her neck, and the electricity coursed through her body, causing spasms and convulsions. She could only watch helplessly as the mysterious man approached her, utterly powerless. He suddenly released the chain around Charis's neck, allowing her body, which had been suspended high, to plummet. Caught off guard, Charis felt a sudden lightness, as if falling from a great height, all her weight landing on her high-heeled feet. However, the moment her feet, long bound and now hypersensitive, touched the ground, an indescribable stimulation and pleasure surged like a tide, instantly overwhelming her consciousness. It was the evil power of the succubus Huei, attached to the high heels, precisely stimulating the sensitive nerves on the soles of Charis's feet, plunging her into extreme pain mingled with an irresistible pleasure. Her legs instantly lost their strength, becoming like soft noodles, unable to support her body's weight. She tried to steady herself but found her body completely out of control, only able to fall forward helplessly. Her delicate body traced a beautiful, lewd arc through the air, like a kite with a broken string, about to crash heavily onto the ground. But fate seemed unwilling to grant her an easy release. Just as she was about to make contact with the ground, the rope attached to her collar tightened cruelly around her neck, abruptly halting her descent. Her entire body was left suspended in mid-air, in an extremely humiliating and helpless posture. A more twisted smile spread across the mysterious man's face, his eyes filled with contempt and a lust for conquest. Like an object of play, he unceremoniously grabbed Charis's soft hair, his action rough and merciless, as if he intended to rip off her scalp. He pulled upwards forcefully, forcing Charis to lift her head in humiliation, exposing her once proud and sacred face beneath his crotch. Directly in front of his erect, monstrous phallus. His intention was clear: he wanted Charis to shamefully perform oral sex, to swallow his filth with her own mouth, utterly crushing her dignity and pride. Charis instantly understood the mysterious man's intent, a wave of intense shame washing over her, almost suffocating her. She shook her head violently, desperately trying to break free from his control, unwilling to face the phallus that disgusted her. She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to see the filth, and tightly pursed her lips, unwilling to let the dirty thing defile her body. The mysterious man scoffed at Charis's feeble resistance, shaking his head dismissively and mocking her overestimation of herself. With another snap of his fingers, this simple action acted as a command, instantly activating the evil power lurking around Charis. Bending down to her feet, the succubus Huei within the ornate high heels immediately understood, and cooperatively intensified its output of demonic energy. In an instant, the black, sheer bodysuit Charis wore, already imbued with a strange aura, seemed to come alive, writhing violently. The black film, once clinging to her skin, became soft and elastic as if imbued with life. Beneath the black film, countless tiny tentacles emerged, like a swarm of hungry snakes, greedily latching onto Charis's exquisite body. The moment they made contact, they released a chilling demonic power, rapidly activating the deeply hidden gates of Charis's carnal desires. These tendrils precisely located every sensitive point on Charis's body, using an almost torturous method to weave a dense net of pleasure and pain, trapping her in its depths. They roamed freely over her high breasts, sometimes gently caressing the tender nipples, sending waves of tingling shivers, and at other times tightening like venomous snakes, gripping the soft flesh as if to crush it, plunging her from the peak of pleasure into an abyss of pain. Anrina's consciousness slowly surfaced from a viscous, chaotic darkness, like a shipwreck rising from the depths. The first sensations were waves of intense headache, followed by a crushing ache and numbness in her limbs, as if her body had been pulverized and crudely reassembled. She remembered the cruel instruments of the high-frequency cannon in the dungeon, the relentless, maddening vibrations and impacts that had tormented her body and nerves until she could no longer bear the ceaseless torture, her consciousness shattering, plunging her into the abyss of unconsciousness. She forced her heavy eyelids open, her blurry vision gradually focusing. Before her lay the cold, smooth, silver-white metal interior, swaying slightly with a rhythmic jolt. The light was dim, with only a few weak rays of the setting sun filtering through the gaps in the metal bars, casting alternating stripes of light and shadow on the opposite cold wall. It was a confined, narrow space. The rumbling of wheels on cobblestones and the creaking of metal on metal quickly led her to realize she was inside a moving prison cart. And this was no ordinary wooden cart. It was constructed entirely of solid, heavy silver-white metal, with a tight structure and cold metallic sheen at the welds. Anrina was no stranger to this type of prison cart. This was the special cage used by the Abyss City to transport high-level demonic beasts that had completely lost control, or transcendent individuals powerful enough to threaten the city's safety. It was said that even Saint-level powerhouses could not easily break out once confined within. "Heh..." A faint, self-mocking puff of air escaped her throat. They certainly thought highly of her, Anrina, to deploy such a high-spec prison cart to escort her to the execution grounds. As her consciousness cleared further, she began to perceive her own more specific, humiliating, and painful state. First was the coolness against her skin and the scarcity of fabric. She struggled to turn her neck, glancing downwards. As expected, her clothes had been roughly stripped away. She was now almost completely naked, with only a set of black lace-trimmed undergarments barely covering her breasts and groin. Beyond that, a pair of purple pantyhose stretched from her waist to her toes, clinging to her skin and outlining the long, shapely lines of her legs. In this situation, however, they only appeared incredibly ironic and humiliating. What tightened her heart further was that her restraints had not only been maintained but had been intensified with more severe and agonizing methods. Her arms were forcibly bent backward into a grotesque "W" shape, her wrists bound tightly together with rough rope and hoisted high. The rope dug deeply into her armpits, threatening to tear her shoulder joints from her body. This position forced her to arch her chest forward, and the ropes that already bound her full breasts seemed to have been readjusted and reinforced, constricting her more deeply and tightly than in the dungeon. Several ropes crisscrossed her chest and under her ribs, pushing her ample breasts upward, their edges digging deeply into the soft flesh, causing a constant, suffocating pressure. Her legs, also deprived of freedom, were still forced together tightly, and she wore matching high heels at least twelve centimeters high on her feet. From her thighs to her ankles, dense ropes were wrapped in circles, securing her legs, encased in purple pantyhose, firmly together, rendering them immobile. Not only that, but Anrina's body was forcibly bent backward to its extreme limit, forming an astonishing "O" shape. The rough knots on her wrists, bent behind her and hoisted high, were connected by several equally strong ropes to the knots at her ankles, which were tightly bound together and encased in purple pantyhose. This connection was so brutal and secure that it stretched her body's flexibility to its absolute limit. Her spine bore a terrifying pressure, as if it would snap at any second, each vertebra groaning silently. Her chest was pushed forward and expanded to its extreme, her full breasts appearing even more prominent under the tight undergarments and the constricting ropes. Even breathing sent tearing pain through her ribs and chest muscles. Her abdomen was stretched taut like a bowstring, and the muscles of her flat stomach trembled slightly from the overextension. The most horrifying and visually direct demonstration of this extreme bending was her pair of high-raised feet behind her. Her feet, encased in smooth purple pantyhose, had their arches tensed, and her ankles were tightly bound by ropes. The sharp heels of the pointed stilettos, at least twelve centimeters high, gleamed with a cold metallic luster, now pressing upwards, almost touching the back of her own head! The sharp heels were mere inches from her soft hair and sensitive scalp, and with the sway of her body, they occasionally brought a cold, shiver-inducing touch, a constant reminder of how inhumanely her body had been contorted. Several additional ropes were securely tied to the center of the main rope connecting her hands and feet, then extended upwards, fastened to the cold metal beams or rings of the prison cart's ceiling. Thus, her entire body, bound into a humiliating "O" shape and almost naked, was completely suspended off the ground, floating in the small, dim space. She had lost all support, like a puppet with a broken string, or a sacrifice swaying in the wind. The cart continued to move, the jolts and vibrations of the wheels on the cobblestones transferring mercilessly to her suspended body. In this enclosed cage, she swayed back and forth, side to side, and occasionally rotated slightly, completely out of control. Just as Anrina's consciousness drifted in boundless pain, she suddenly remembered Monk's despicable plan to use herself and others as bait! Anger, unwillingness, and a sliver of residual fear instantly ignited her nerves, which were almost submerged in pain. "Mmmph?!" A muffled whimper, filled with shock, anger, and pain, erupted from the depths of her throat. Almost instinctively, her body, forcibly bent into an "O" shape, began to writhe and struggle violently! However, this instinctive struggle did not result in the loosening of the ropes but in excruciating pain! Even the slightest change in the angle of her body's twist immediately pulled at every inch of skin, every muscle, every joint bound tightly by the rough ropes. In an instant, unbearable, sharp pain surged and erupted from all points of extreme pressure—her wrists, ankles, armpits, chest, abdomen, the base of her thighs—like countless red-hot steel needles! Stimulated by the intense pain, Anrina instinctively opened her mouth, wanting to let out a heart-wrenching scream to vent the unbearable suffering. But the tough, large rubber gag in her mouth acted like a cold seal, firmly blocking her mouth and throat, forcibly suppressing the scream of pain that was about to escape. All sound was compressed and distorted, ultimately transforming into a series of more fragmented, more desperate, muffled moans of "Mmmph, mmmph," accompanied by uncontrollable saliva oozing from the holes of the gag. What made her feel even more despairing was that in this suspended state, her struggles were not only useless but were also inflicting deeper pain upon herself. The entire weight of her body, all points of support, depended entirely on the suspension rope extending upwards from the center of the rope connecting her hands and feet, fastened to the cart's ceiling. Therefore, every ounce of force she exerted in trying to twist and resist was fed back directly into her own body through this complex restraint system. The more violently she struggled, the tighter the ropes connecting her wrists and ankles were pulled, the greater the backward bending of her body, and the more terrifying the pressure on her spine and limb joints. She could clearly feel her entire skeleton groaning in pain under the dual torture of spontaneous struggle and counterforce, as if it would completely fall apart and collapse at any second. If Anrina's own physical condition had not been far superior to that of ordinary people, possessing excellent flexibility, and if her former strength had not been so close to that of a Saint-level powerhouse, even though her strength had been greatly diminished for some reason, the resilience of her strengthened body would have at least been largely preserved. Otherwise, any ordinary woman, or even one with a slightly weaker physique, would likely have already had her waist snapped by this extreme, body-defying four-horse hitch restraint. "Hiss, mmmph? Hooo-ooo-ooo-ooo?!" Just as the intense pain from her struggles began to subside slightly, and her consciousness had not yet fully withdrawn from the bone-splitting agony, another completely different, yet more humiliating and terrifying sensation struck from the most private and vulnerable depths of her body! She gasped sharply, her whimper instantly rising in pitch and filled with horror. It was then that she realized with terror that her two most secret female parts had been forcibly stuffed with foreign objects! A cold, hard, invasive presence was clearly felt from the depths of her honey hole and rear! Anrina could even vaguely perceive their shapes—the object inserted into her honey hole was a thick,狰狞 (zhēngníng - ferocious/hideous) object covered in raised latex bumps; and the one penetrating her rear was a slender, uneven object, like a string of pearls. During the merciless torture of the "high-frequency cannon" in the dungeon, her two sensitive areas had already been repeatedly ravaged to the point of numbness. Coupled with her subsequent deep coma, she had momentarily failed to notice this subsequent, more insidious violation. But now, as her consciousness gradually cleared and after those few violent twists and struggles, this imposed humiliation gradually became clear! As if sensing that her futile struggle had triggered a mechanism, the moment Anrina realized this terrifying fact, the two objects residing deep within her honey hole and rear simultaneously activated! Buzz—A low, powerful vibration seemed to resonate directly within her lower abdomen and pelvis. The狰狞 (zhēngníng - ferocious/hideous) vibrator, covered in rough particles, inserted into her honey hole, began to vibrate, rotate, and thrust within her body at an extremely high frequency and intensity! At the same time, the slender pearl-string-like anal plug deeply inserted into her rear, its internal pearls rolling and squeezing, stimulated and ravaged the equally sensitive inner walls of her rear passage in an unbearable manner. "Hng-uh-uh-uh-uh?! Gulu?!" The intense vibration and electrical stimulation from the deepest, most private part of her body instantly escalated to a terrifying level! This internal surge, a mixture of intense pain and forced, alien sensation, caused Anrina to temporarily ignore the immense pain from the "O" shape restraint on the outside of her body! Her body, suspended in mid-air, writhed and bounced violently like a fish out of water, causing the entire restraint system to creak sickeningly and the prison cart to sway even more violently. However, this instinctive struggle was like drinking poison to quench thirst, triggering a more cruel trap! It seemed that this torture device was set with some kind of malicious feedback mechanism; the more violently Anrina struggled, the more the stimulation from the狰狞 (zhēngníng - ferocious/hideous) vibrator covered in particles and the pearl anal plug inside her body increased exponentially in a desperate manner! Charis, thoroughly bound, writhed her upper body in shame and indignation. Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and humiliation as she glared at the guard captain, gritting her teeth. "Damn it! I told you I'd cooperate, do you have to tie me this tight?!" Her voice was laced with dissatisfaction and embarrassment, yet also with a hint of forced restraint. Even feigning compliance, she felt the captain had gone too far. This insulting restraint almost made her want to unleash her battle aura and break free. However, she ultimately suppressed the urge. She suspected demon spies had infiltrated the city, and any rash action now would only alert the real culprits, giving them a chance to escape. Charis secretly vowed that if it weren't for the bigger picture, she would have made this bastard guard captain pay a heavy price. The guard captain, seeing Charis's indignant expression, was unfazed. He clearly didn't realize he was provoking a Saint-level powerhouse and smugly declared, "This is the law of our Qiyuan City. Suspects must be subjected to strict restraint measures to prevent them from resisting and causing further casualties." He paused deliberately before adding, "Oh, and since you're a mage, according to regulations, you'll also be fitted with an instrument of restraint – a gag! To prevent you from chanting spells and escaping." "Wha-what?! What kind of perverted rule is that?!" Charis's eyes widened in alarm at the words. She instinctively took a few steps back, trying to evade, but was quickly blocked by the guards behind her. One guard seized Charis's slender, delicate body, his arms like iron hoops pinning her firmly, rendering her completely immobile. Charis struggled desperately, twisting her body with all her might to break free from his grasp, but her efforts were futile. She could only feel the unyielding strength of his firm muscles locking her in place. The guard captain sneered as he retrieved a gag from his waist, its metal surface glinting with a cold sheen. His eyes held a hint of malicious amusement, clearly relishing the humiliation he was about to inflict upon Charis. Seeing the heavy, grotesque iron gag, Charis's beautiful eyes widened, a surge of uncontrollable anger and humiliation washing over her. She thrashed desperately, trying to break free, but her arms were already bound tightly behind her, leaving her utterly defenseless. "No!! Ughhh?!" Charis let out a suppressed, desperate cry, trying to clamp her lips shut to resist the impending humiliation. However, the guard captain was clearly prepared. He reached out, roughly grabbing Charis's delicate chin and forcing her head up, preventing her from lowering it to hide. The strength in his hand was like an iron clamp, his grip turning her jaw slightly red as he mercilessly pried open her tightly shut lips. "Open up, don't make me work too hard," he taunted, his actions becoming even more brutal. With his other hand, he held the gag, aiming the metal frame at Charis's small mouth and shoving it in without any gentleness. The cold iron frame touched her soft, moist lips, and the chilling sensation made Charis tremble. She tried to turn her head away, but her neck was held fast, leaving her nowhere to escape. As the gag was pushed deeper, her tender pink mouth was forced open wider and wider until her upper and lower jaws were completely propped apart by the metal frame, unable to close. The metal frame clamped tightly onto her teeth, holding her entire mouth in an extremely shameful posture. A piece of iron embedded within pressed directly onto her delicate tongue. Her smooth, soft tongue, with nowhere to retreat, could only be humiliatingly extended a fraction, exposed to the air. "Hmm, much better," the guard captain nodded with satisfaction. He then skillfully adjusted the buckle, securing the gag firmly onto Charis's face, ensuring she couldn't remove it herself. At this moment, Charis could only emit muffled whimpers, her voice filled with humiliation and anger, yet tinged with helplessness. She wondered if her sacrifice was worth it. The other guards sprang into action. Under the captain's command, they began to further restrict Charis's movements. One guard produced a thick leather rope and unceremoniously wrapped it around Charis's knees. The rope pressed tightly against her thighs, encased in gray pantyhose, binding her elastic legs securely. The rope was wound round and round, and after every four wraps, it was pulled through the middle and tightened to ensure a firm hold. This binding method caused the rope to dig deeply into Charis's thigh flesh, leaving distinct marks. Her originally long and shapely thighs were segmented by the ropes into alluring sections, a visually striking sight that was hard to ignore. Another guard brought a heavy pair of shackles. He crouched down and, without a word, placed the shackles onto Charis's high-heeled shoes, which were covered by gray pantyhose. The iron chain connecting the two parts of the shackles was less than five centimeters long, making it almost impossible for her feet to be separated. At this point, Charis, unable to stand properly due to her bound thighs, could only shamefully bend her waist, arching her buttocks to maintain a semblance of balance. This highly humiliating posture instantly painted her pretty face a deep crimson, her eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions. This humiliation, however, was far from over. The guard captain walked up to Charis and produced a black metal collar from his chest. He sneered as he opened the collar and, without any gentleness, placed it around Charis's delicate, slender neck. The collar's buckle emitted a crisp, piercing sound, and along with the cold touch of the metal, it instilled a strong sense of discomfort and oppression in Charis. As the collar was secured, a suffocating sensation quickly swept through her body, forcing her to adjust her breathing to cope with the restraint. Simultaneously, a chain extending from the collar was yanked forcefully by the guard captain. His rough, heartless action, as if treating her like an object, ignited her anger. "Huh?!" The sudden pull startled Charis, her pretty face contorted in panic. Her precarious balance was instantly shattered. She stumbled forward, instinctively trying to take a step to steady herself and avoid falling. However, the shackles on her feet and the tightly bound leather rope around her thighs made it impossible to take a proper step. Her feet could only shuffle stiffly, utterly insufficient to support her body weight. In this situation, she could no longer resist gravity and fell to the ground in a disheveled heap. The moment she fell, pain and shame surged through her. Charis lay on the cold, hard marble floor, gasping helplessly. The restraints prevented her from adjusting her position, leaving her in an extremely humiliating and awkward, indecent posture. The surrounding guards watched, some with mocking, even malicious smiles, and all of it deeply wounded Charis's heart. "Ughhh?!" (Damn bastards!!) Charis cursed inwardly. She had never imagined she would be so humiliated by a mere guard captain. She gritted her teeth, trying to control her breathing and calm herself. The cold iron collar choked her slender neck, the heavy shackles restricted her movement, and the binding ropes on her thighs made every step incredibly difficult. At this moment, she could only endure the humiliation and anger, knowing that if she lost control or resisted now, she would not only expose her strength but also render all her previous forbearance and plans futile. Since she had chosen to feign compliance, she had to see it through to the end, otherwise all the suffering would be meaningless. Charis was roughly pulled along by the guard captain, the chain attached to her collar being yanked forcefully from time to time, causing her to stagger forward. Her slender neck turned slightly red from the collar's constriction, and the heavy shackles and tight thigh bindings made every step an immense effort. Shame continued to flood her, but she could only grit her teeth and endure, refusing to lose control. However, her mouth, fitted with the gag, became an undeniable symbol of her humiliation. The iron gag forcibly propped open her jaws, and her tender tongue was shamefully extended a small portion, the sensation of cold metal pressing against it causing her entire body to tremble slightly. Charlis’s heart pounded with confusion. She lunged forward, shoving open the tightly shut inner room door. As the door swung inward, the dim room was partially illuminated by the light from outside. Anna Ta’s hands were forcefully twisted behind her back and bound tightly with a dark, seemingly incredibly strong rope, forming a secure “hogtie.” The rope cinched her wrists, holding them together in a tight cross. To ensure Anna Ta couldn’t escape the restraints, two similar ropes were looped around her neck, pressing firmly against the upper edge of the chair’s backrest, forcing her head back rigidly and securing it against the cold iron, depriving her of even the slightest freedom to turn her head. Anna Ta’s chest, which had developed into a particularly full bust during puberty, was not overlooked. Several thick ropes were applied with unsparing force, binding her chest horizontally from top to bottom, forcibly securing her soft body against the hard, cold iron chair. Each rope dug into the fabric, creating clear indentations on her curves. The ropes wrapped around her body and the chair, finally tied into complex and secure knots behind the chair. Charlis’s gaze moved down, noticing that several ropes had also been ruthlessly threaded through Anna Ta’s shoulders and armpits. These ropes further reinforced the restraint on her upper body, pressing her arms and torso even tighter against the chair back, rendering her immobile as if nailed to a rack. Around her slender waist, which was barely graspable, three loops of rope were tightly wound. The ends of these ropes were also pulled to the back of the chair and securely fastened, completely stifling any possibility of her upper body twisting or struggling, making even the slightest movement a distant hope. Her legs were forced together, pressed tightly against each other. From the top of her fair thighs, down to above and below her knees, all the way to her His words were like a poisoned whip, lashing at Charis's already fragile self-esteem. Each word was filled with the most vicious insults and degradation, making her tremble with rage, yet her physical condition prevented her from retaliating effectively. "Since you're so good at 'enduring'," Hirano Toyo's smile turned more sinister, his eyes glinting with cruelty, "then... how about this?!" Before his words even finished, the fingers that had been roaming wantonly at Charis's inner thighs abruptly changed their movement! No longer content with superficial kneading and teasing, he brought his index and middle fingers together, concentrating their strength. Through the layer of gray pantyhose, soaked with bodily fluids and clinging tightly to her skin, he forcefully, with undeniable power, pressed down towards the already muddy, slick, and overflowing secret crevice below! The hard knuckles pressed against the soft opening of her cunt, the immense pressure causing the elastic hosiery to deeply indent. He could even feel the hot, soft sensation and slight resistance beneath his fingertips. Without any tenderness, with a sense of invasive pleasure, he forcibly mimicked the action of penetration, pushing his fingertips into the honeyed cavity, a place that had already become a disaster zone, symbolizing the most private realm of a woman! "Mmm... Ahhh—!!!" This sudden, though muffled by fabric, yet incredibly clear sensation of invasion, struck Charis's nerves like the most violent electric current! A surge of intense pain, a strong feeling of a foreign object, and the ultimate shame of being utterly violated erupted simultaneously! She could no longer suppress it, and a sharp, distorted cry of helplessness and agony burst from the depths of her throat! Her body arched upwards violently, as if trying to escape this unbearable desecration, but the restraints held her firmly in place, making all her struggles appear pale and powerless. And this involuntary, tearful moan was precisely the opportune moment Hirano Toyo had been waiting for! The instant Charis opened her mouth and let out that cry of mingled shame and indignation, Hirano Toyo's other hand, which had been holding a ready gag, shot forward like a predatory viper with lightning speed! The cold, hard, dark red silicone ball was shoved roughly and precisely into her unexpectedly opened mouth with irresistible force! "Mmph—!!!" Charis's eyes widened instantly, filled with terror and disbelief! The gag forcibly stretched her mouth open, the immense foreign object making her want to vomit. Her tongue was pinned firmly beneath it, leaving no room for resistance. She desperately tried to push the humiliating thing out with her tongue, to close her mouth, but it was all in vain! Hirano Toyo gave her no chance. As the gag was inserted, he swiftly wrapped the black leather straps attached to its sides around Charis's head. With practiced ease, he found the buckle at the back of her head, and with a flick of his fingers, a soft "click" sounded as the strap was securely fastened! The tough leather tightened on both sides of her cheeks, even digging into her soft flesh, completely eliminating any possibility of her spitting out the gag herself! "Mmmph... Hmph! Mmm... Mmmph... No—!!" Rage and humiliation churned violently in Charis's chest. She tried with all her might to open her mouth, to curse and berate this demon who had dragged her to hell with the most vicious words in the world! However, the large, hard silicone gag acted like the most secure shackles, firmly blocking her mouth, crushing and distorting all her angry syllables, ultimately only able to force out a series of indistinct whimpers from the depths of her throat, filled with a heavy nasal tone and desperate trembling. What made her feel even more broken was that as the uncontrollable heat of desire, triggered by the drugs and continuous violation, intensified within her, her body completely betrayed her will. Her glands seemed to lose control, and a large amount of clear saliva was secreted uncontrollably, mixing with the fine foam from her rapid breaths of pain and arousal, quickly filling the mouth occupied by the gag. This fluid, symbolizing physiological loss of control, had nowhere to go but to flow out, strand by strand, through the small ventilation holes designed on the gag. The glistening, slightly viscous saliva first hung on the lower edge of the gag, gathering into beads, then trembled and dripped, sliding down her smooth, yet flushed with shame, chin, leaving behind wet, cold, ambiguous traces. Finally, drop by drop, it fell onto the cold ground, making a barely audible "pat" sound, spreading a small, shallow wet patch. This complete helplessness of being unable to control even her body's basic physiological responses, this state of being forcibly deprived of speech, treated like livestock, and even drooling uncontrollably... all of it made her feel an extreme shame that went to the bone, making her wish she could die immediately! In this extreme state of disarray and vulnerability, the physiological reactions forcibly twisted by drugs and external forces formed a devastating, shocking contrast with her former image as a noble, sacred, and inviolable imperial princess, revealing a heart-wrenching, strangely fragmented state after being utterly defiled and destroyed. Hirano Toyo panted heavily a few times, his movements showing a barely perceptible stiffness as if he had aggravated his wound. He glanced at his simply bandaged, still aching injury, a flicker of malice and unwillingness in his eyes. He cast his greedy, lustful gaze back at Charis, bound like a sacrificial offering, and let out a suppressed, heavily nasal snort from his throat: "Hmph! If I weren't... seriously injured and inconvenienced right now..." He licked his lips, his eyes openly raking over her curves, made more alluring by her restraints, "Otherwise, I'd have to 'personally' taste right now, just how delicious you, the legendary Aslan 'slut' princess, truly are..." "But... no rush..." Hirano Toyo muttered as if comforting himself, but the sinister tone sent a chill down one's spine. "You can't run away anyway. The days ahead... are still long!" Then, to plunge Charis into complete isolation and helplessness, maximizing her fear and despair, Hirano Toyo made another move. He reached into that accursed prop bag again and rummaged around, soon pulling out a blindfold. It wasn't a simple strip of cloth, but a finely crafted black leather blindfold, its edges seemingly inlaid with fine metal threads, shaped to perfectly cover her eyes without leaving any gaps, exuding a cold, constricting aura. Holding the blindfold, he approached Charis step by step. She instinctively tensed her body at the sound, her bound head beginning to shake slightly and futilely from side to side, trying to evade. However, this resistance was meaningless before Hirano Toyo. He pressed one hand to Charis's forehead, steadying her head, while his other hand swiftly and accurately covered her eyes with the cold leather blindfold! In an instant, the last light was completely extinguished. The soft leather pressed tightly against her eyelids, and she could even feel her long eyelashes being roughly bent and pressed against her eyelids. Immediately, the strap connecting the blindfold was wrapped around the back of her head, and with a soft "click," the buckle was securely fastened, ensuring the blindfold wouldn't loosen even slightly. The world instantly turned into an endless, suffocating pure darkness. Charis completely lost her sight. This sudden, absolute darkness drowned her like cold seawater. Having lost her most important sensory reference, she felt as if she were floating in a void, the concepts of time and space becoming blurred and chaotic. Everything around her became extremely unfamiliar, filled with the unknown. The darkness amplified all her fears. Her hearing seemed to become extraordinarily acute, allowing her to clearly hear Hirano Toyo's slightly heavy, blood-tinged breaths, the rustling of his clothes as he moved, even the frantic pounding of her own heart filled with fear, and... the faint sound of the humiliating saliva still dripping uncontrollably from the edge of the gag onto the ground. Her sense of touch also became exceptionally sensitive. She could clearly feel every bit of pain from the ropes digging into her flesh, the chill of the cold air brushing against her exposed skin, and... the sticky, sweet-scented succubus love fluid continuing to exert its effect, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably in the darkness. The absolute darkness enveloped Charis, stripping her of her most direct perception of the outside world, yet also making her other senses extraordinarily acute and vulnerable. Just as her heart was pounding like a drum with fear, she suddenly felt a strange coolness from beneath her! That feeling... was as if the fabric that had been covering her legs had been abruptly lifted, and the cool air directly touched the skin of her inner thighs. Immediately after, she heard the rustling sound of fabric—it was that bastard Hirano Toyo! He seemed to have lifted his skirt! A strong sense of foreboding instantly seized Charis's heart. She didn't know what he intended to do. The darkness prevented her from judging, leaving her to let fear grow wildly in her heart. In the next second, she felt the pantyhose around her waist, near her lower abdomen, being gently lifted and parted by a finger or something. Cold air instantly rushed in, making her involuntarily flinch. Then, a cold, smooth, oval-shaped object was unceremoniously inserted through the gap in the pantyhose! The object carried an unpleasant coolness, briefly touching her warm lower abdomen, and then slid down along the sloping curve of the pantyhose, which had been lifted. Charis could clearly feel its rolling trajectory. Finally, the cold object passed over her lower abdomen, over her sensitive pubic mound, and settled steadily, with a certain heavy foreign sensation, onto her private parts, tightly encased by the pantyhose, already muddy and desperately hungry from the drug's effects! That position... was precisely the most sensitive and core part of her body! "Mmmph... Mmmph... No!! Mmmph...!" The count's daughter could clearly feel the cold, hard foreign object lingering and probing at the most vulnerable, most shameful entrance of her body. Every slight touch and pressure was like a harsh pluck on her taut nerves, triggering waves of more intense, more uncontrollable tremors and spasms. The whimpers from her throat became more broken, more filled with desperate pleas. However, Nidon turned a deaf ear. The vibrator in his hand began to penetrate, inch by inch, with an extremely slow yet exceptionally resolute posture, into the depths of that tight, hot, constantly contracting passage. With every inch he advanced, he would pause briefly, carefully observing the count's daughter's physical reactions – whether the frequency of her body's tremors quickened, whether her breathing became more erratic, whether the flush on her skin deepened, whether her vocalizations took on new, more captivating tones. ... Just as Nidon began his explicit and direct invasive provocations on the count's daughter, bound to the cross, Harry on the elevated platform, seeing that Nidon had already captured a significant portion of the audience's attention and elicited gasps, naturally wouldn't be outdone. A flicker of impatience and competitiveness crossed his corpulent face, and he immediately began his own discipline and play with the cat-girl Meinu, imprisoned in the iron cage. However, unlike Nidon, who needed the large vibrator to create an effect, Harry's situation was much more "special," and to some extent, it corroborated the rumors of the cat-girl's "innate masochism" not being baseless. Facing this cat-girl, who was already bound in an extreme "four-horse abreast" posture and stuffed into a narrow iron cage, Harry didn't need any superfluous, flashy props for cooperative teasing. This cat-girl herself was an unparalleled, or rather, an "exploited" to the extreme, sensitive creature. Her body seemed to react intensely to any form of restraint and slight touch. Harry's somewhat plump hands, adorned with numerous gem-studded rings, slowly reached through the gaps of the cold, hard iron cage bars. He didn't immediately resort to any rough actions. Merely the appearance of his palm, and the occasional touch of the cold gems on his fingers against her taut, sweat-dampened skin, strained by extreme restraint, was enough to make the cat-girl in the cage emit suppressed, expectant tremors. And as Harry's fingers traced the curves of her body, completely exposed and extremely stretched by the "four-horse abreast" posture – perhaps lightly brushing her taut abdomen, perhaps faintly touching the most sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, or perhaps just gently pressing with his fingertips on her slightly arched back from pain and excitement – the cat-girl in the cage would immediately respond with an extremely "cooperative" posture! The cat-girl's body would actively yield to the movements of Harry's fingers, wriggling subtly as if begging for more caresses and attention. Simultaneously, from the depths of her throat, even through the gag, came continuous, clearly audible purrs and moans, like a kitten's playful entreaties, laden with heavy lust. The sounds were melodious and sweet, filled with a certain pathological pleasure and enjoyment, forming a bizarre contrast with the extreme pain of her current posture. These pleasant yet lewd moans, clearly transmitted throughout the venue via the amplification system, made the already excited audience below, stimulated by the previous spectacles, even more restless and lascivious, their minds involuntarily conjuring even more unspeakable, erotic images. Following this, Harry's fingers, which had been roaming over the cat-girl's body, began to move with increasing boldness and undisguised lewdness. He seemed no longer satisfied with superficial touches that were like scratching an itch through a boot, but wanted to stimulate every sensitive nerve of this caged beauty more deeply and directly. His gaze swept back and forth between the cat-girl's buttocks and groin, forced high and slightly covered by only a few pieces of fabric due to the "four-horse abreast" posture, a more greedy and lewd smile appearing on his face. One of his hands, with an undeniable sense of control, began to slowly reach towards the edge of the cat-girl's extremely short bikini skirt. Playfully, he gently hooked the base of her fluffy cat tail, which was constantly trembling and swaying due to her intense tremors and excitement. Then, in a manner full of teasing, he began to knead and pull the sensitive tail back and forth, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. Harry's fingertips followed the direction of the cat tail's fur, starting from the base, extremely slowly, with a feather-like gentle touch, stroking all the way to the tip. Then, he would gently and repeatedly circle the tail with his fingertips, like drawing small circles. This subtle, electric-like stimulation caused the cat-girl's body to tense instantly. A suppressed "mew" sound, tinged with a hint of confusion and more anticipation, escaped her throat. Her tail also began to tremble more violently due to this sudden, indescribable sensation, even arching upwards uncontrollably, as if actively welcoming the caress. After the initial probing, Harry's movements became bolder. He pinched the middle section of the cat tail with a few fingers and began to knead it repeatedly, with a slightly rough but controlled force. He could clearly feel the slender bones and elastic muscles within the tail. Occasionally, he would suddenly pull the tail outwards with a bit of force, bringing a momentary, slightly painful stimulation. This She gasped for air, her lungs burning, her chest heaving like a bellows, desperate for more oxygen. Cold sweat streamed from her hairline, down her neck and back, soaking her thin dress. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, her body trembling uncontrollably. She instinctively tried to raise a hand to soothe the frantic pounding in her chest, to feel the relief of survival. But as she attempted this simple movement, she realized with a jolt that she was still utterly immobile. A cold, hard sensation gripped her limbs at the joints, unyielding metal encasing her, binding her fast. It was an incomprehensible restraint, plunging her into a new wave of panic. Charlice's beautiful eyes snapped open in the darkness, wide with terror and confusion. All she could see were cold, unfeeling mechanical lines, the rough texture of metal a stark contrast to her skin. As she strained her head down, trying to comprehend her situation, an icy chill shot from her feet to her scalp, forcing a sharp intake of breath. She was strapped to a chair forged entirely from mithril steel, a metal that emanated a cold, dark sheen, radiating an intense sense of oppression. Her slender hands were secured to the chair's armrests, her wrists and elbows bound by shackles of the same mithril steel. The edges of the restraints were rough, pressing into her delicate skin, impeding circulation and bringing on a creeping numbness. The icy metal pressed against her bones, sending shivers through her, making it clear that any struggle was impossible. She looked down and saw she was wearing a starkly simple white minidress. The fabric was thin and soft, barely reaching the roots of her long, slender thighs, offering almost no coverage for her buttocks. Beneath the hem, her legs were encased in brand new white pantyhose, clinging tightly to her fair skin, perfectly outlining the curve of her legs. However, a subtle silver sheen flickered within the weave of the pantyhose, giving them an eerie, almost technological coldness in the dim light. As expected, her legs were also firmly restrained, her long, slender thighs forced apart and shackled to the chair legs with cold steel. This forced posture rendered the meager coverage of her dress utterly useless, her most intimate secrets exposed to the cold air, intensifying her deep-seated humiliation. Charlice's consciousness hadn't fully escaped the lingering effects of the nightmare; the desperate feeling of being torn apart and the terror of immobility still swirled in her mind. She tried to make a sound, to cry out, or at least signal for help. But the moment she parted her lips to speak, she realized with dawning horror that her mouth had been forcibly stuffed with a large metal gag. The gag was cold and hard, filling her entire mouth. Its sheer size pressed unbearably on her jaw, forcing her tongue down against the bottom of her mouth, rendering it useless. The cold metal surface was coated in an unnatural lubricant, making her feel nauseous. The gag wedged itself against her palate and tongue, preventing her from closing her lips. Her mouth was forced open, and the corners of her mouth ached from being stretched so wide for so long. As Charlice was lost in a sea of confusion and fear over her predicament, the tightly shut door suddenly creaked and slowly swung inward. The hinges groaned softly, breaking the deathly silence of the room, and a dim light spilled in through the widening gap. Charlice's gaze was immediately drawn to it, but what entered her sight was not the Hirano Toyo she most despised, but a corpulent figure. As the silhouette fully entered, Charlice's pupils contracted slightly. After a brief blankness, her brain suddenly recognized the newcomer. She seemed to have seen him before – he was the owner of the catgirl slave, the one who had shamefully competed with her in the beauty pageant. His name, she thought, was Harry. A wave of immense confusion washed over Charlice – how had she fallen into this man's hands? Harry's obese face was currently smeared with a nauseating grease. His eyes, narrowed to slits, were filled with greed and lust, fixed on Charlice, bound to the torture chair. His thick lips curled into a smacking sound, his tone laced with a triumphant flippancy, as if addressing a long-coveted plaything. "My darling, you're finally awake," he purred. "Do you know how long I've waited for you?! I poured all my wealth into gaining the right to play with you for three days. You've slept for half the day, and it's been killing me! But it's okay, it's not too late to start now~~~" His voice deepened, laced with urgent desire, his nostrils flaring slightly as if sniffing the air for Charlice's unique scent. "I can't wait to properly ravish you, you exquisite slut. I don't believe that with my years of experience in breaking in girls, I can't conquer you?!" "Mmmph! Mmmph!!" Charlice's voice was a muffled, broken whimper, suppressed by the metal gag, filled with intense shame and helplessness. Her body thrashed violently on the cold torture chair, her slender thighs tensing with her struggles, veins appearing on her fair skin. The places where the shackles rubbed her wrists and ankles burned fiercely. She arched her back, trying to lift herself off the seat, causing the chair to creak and groan. But the mithril steel torture chair remained unmoving. All her struggles were in vain, only exhausting her and intensifying her body's aches. Her beautiful eyes widened as she watched Harry's fat body, exuding a repulsive, lecherous aura, draw closer. Her pupils contracted violently, reflecting Harry's contorted face. But the gag in her mouth and the restraints on her body left her utterly defenseless, forcing her to suppress all her burning rage and shame within. Harry's thick, lustful hand reached out without hesitation, directly towards Charlice's high breasts. Even through the thin fabric of her white minidress, his palm felt the fullness and softness of her breasts. The sensation was surprisingly good, yielding and elastic, bringing an expression of extreme satisfaction to his bloated face. His fingertips kneaded her tender chest, his thumb unceremoniously rubbing her nipples, which hardened rapidly beneath the fabric from the stimulation. Charlice's body jolted violently from the sudden, intense violation. She let out a muffled cry of pain, her throat feeling constricted from a physiological reaction. Her muscles tensed under the man's touch. Her beautiful eyes, once blazing with anger, were now bloodshot, wishing she could tear this bastard who was violating her limb from limb, gnawing away his fatty flesh until he was a bloody mess. Harry seemed utterly captivated by the delicate texture of Charlice's breasts. His large hand spread its fingers, covering her breast entirely, then squeezing it into his palm. Her large breasts were thus compressed and deformed, changing from their original rounded shape into a flattened oval. His fingers moved with a rough, wild intensity, his thumb and forefinger twisting and manipulating her nipples. Charlice's body trembled powerlessly, her chest heaving, her breath coming in choked gasps, suppressed by the gag. Harry's greasy face drew closer, his breath fanning Charlice's chest, bringing a damp heat. He even scraped his knuckles across her breasts, the prominent joints grazing her tender skin, causing a searing pain. Under his ministrations, the veins on Charlice's breasts began to show through the skin, a sickly flush spreading outwards from around her areolas.

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