Lingxu Immortal Binding: Side Story

"Master, be careful. If that bald guy isn't playing tricks, what's inside is truly...!" The guard beside him cautiously leaned in, "Why don't I open it for you?" The young man chuckled, "Don't worry, even if Wu Fa tricked Xie Zun, he wouldn't dare trick me. And as for precious treasures, I don't entrust them to others. Moreover, she holds great significance for me, so I'll do it myself." He said, patting the guard's shoulder reassuringly, then clenched his hand. The seemingly sturdy lock instantly vanished into nothingness. As he traced the opening of the box, he effortlessly severed all seals. Even the young man, who had seemed unfathomable before, showed a flicker of excitement on his face as he opened the sandalwood box. As the sandalwood treasure chest opened, the scene within was fully revealed. Lined with soft, thick velvet, the box contained a figure wrapped entirely in black, encased within a black leather suit. It lay inert in the box, resembling a sealed chrysalis, occasionally trembling and wriggling to prove it was alive. However, its range of motion was limited. The leather suit appeared to be form-fitting and elastic, sealing her tightly against her body. Her graceful and alluring figure was clearly discernible, exceptionally tempting. The young man suppressed his surging emotions and gently caressed the black 'flesh cocoon,' as if searching for something. As he touched her body, her curves and contours quivered sensitively. The black leather was incredibly smooth, feeling wonderful to the touch, much like stroking a woman's skin. Tracing along the edges, he felt her body tense as if trying to curl up, or perhaps desperately struggling to break free. At this moment, she truly resembled a butterfly trying to emerge from its shell, but the leather suit was incredibly resilient. While it restrained her internally, it was remarkably accommodating externally, even transmitting her body heat to the surface. The mere sensation was enough to be intoxicating. As the young man reached the top of the 'flesh cocoon,' he suddenly pulled, and the entire black humanoid chrysalis instantly loosened, slowly elongating. Then, she arched her back from the waist, her knees bending forcefully, using this shrimp-like posture and brute strength to resist the leather suit. The young man seemed unsurprised by her struggles, and had no doubts about the suit's toughness. Even when the restrained figure performed a 'dead fish arch,' using her back muscles to leap slightly and then straighten before falling back into the box, the young man simply reached into the opening he'd created and sliced. The leather suit parted perfectly down the middle, casually tossed aside by the young man. The waiting maids nearby began to step forward, collecting the various restraints their master had opened. As the black leather suit was removed, a cascade of silver hair, like flowing mercury, poured out and spread. The young man accelerated his dismantling process, revealing layers of tough black leather straps. These were connected, like black centipedes slowly encircling their prey, gradually exposing snow-white, delicate skin. A pair of slender, fair arms were brutally bent backward and bound tightly against her smooth, jade-like back by luminous green ropes, pulled high behind her neck. The intertwined rope system held them fast, minimizing her ability to move. Connected to her wrists, forearms, and upper arms, they were all twisted and overlapped. The ropes wound around her upper body several times, making her appear like a limbless girl. The young man removed the binding bags from her wrists, peeling away the tightly wound tape and silk. Slowly, her hands, firmly clasped together, were revealed. Each finger was bound with thin rope, secured like an intricate knot. Crystal-like fingernails, intertwined with the ropes, kept her hands clenched so tightly that they couldn't move even a fraction. As the ropes wrapped around her chest, they formed a cross-binding pattern using the knots on her arms and torso as anchor points. A closer observation of Bai Hu Ji's arms revealed they were different from those of a typical soft girl. Most women's arms were gentle, and binding them with rope felt like pressing into dough. But Bai Hu Ji was different. Years of martial arts training had left traces of exertion on her arms, yet they lacked bulky muscle. They felt not like steel, but like soft jade, irresistible to the touch. However, these arms, attached to her body, naturally evoked a sense of resistance, an unyielding quality that created a sense of contradiction within the rope bondage. The young man's hand traced her arm all the way to her chest. The ropes pulled her arms tightly back, forcing her to straighten her posture. Perhaps tickled by his touch, her body trembled slightly, then she shook her shoulders in a struggle. But under such severe restraint, it could only be interpreted as playful. Her fair, tender breasts, now exposed, were further accentuated by the entwined ropes, appearing even more erect and prominent. Tightened from the base, they were full and plump like ripe celestial gourds. The two protruding points, a delicate pink, were stimulated, becoming a vibrant, enticing red as they engorged, begging to be plucked. The young man's palm enclosed one, caressing it for a moment. He gazed at them, realizing how beautiful they were up close. This bound little person, however, was being provoked beyond her control. When had she ever been treated like this, having guarded her purity so diligently? First, she exerted force at her waist, lifting her right shoulder. While this movement seemed to offer her breast to his hand, her true intention was to free her arm. Her hands were bound so tightly that she couldn't even clench her fists, let alone untie the ropes. Then, using the strength of her raised shoulder, she tried to pull her arm down. But alas, the binder had never made such a careless mistake. The rope loops were firmly locked around her joints. The first lock was between her upper arm and elbow; to separate them would either require forcibly breaking the rope or losing an arm. The second lock was on her wrists and forearms. Her forearms were manageable, but the one on her wrist bit firmly into the joint, constricting her so tightly that she couldn't even twist her fair wrists. This struggle only resulted in her pulling the rope tighter. Even more outrageously, as she leaned into him, the young man directly grasped her breast, eliciting a small whimper. This whimper seemed to convey to the young man—look how securely my mouth is gagged. Even with her breast in his hand, the woman did not choose to yield. Once again, she displayed the resilience of her waist, arching it diagonally downwards, her lower back sinking deeply, pulling her upper body down. But how could she escape those demonic claws when bound like this? As she sank from the silken sea, the young man's remaining four fingers tightened their grip, while his thumb pressed and rubbed her nipple, nearly making her jump. Her feet, finally freed from the fabric, couldn't lash out. She couldn't help but whimper, a sound that, like her gag, signaled her state. The young man felt he had teased her enough, so he moved his hand to her slender waist. Due to the dense restraints, her waist, though resilient, was cinched to an almost impossibly small circumference. With the slight rise and fall of her chest, each breath seemed to bring her immense pain. Her fair, smooth skin was covered in diamond-shaped rope marks, making her look like a fish caught in a net, struggling futilely, pitiful. Suddenly, a wicked thought crossed the young man's mind. He shaped his hand into a claw and began to tickle her belly. This tickling made her writhe uncontrollably. She couldn't roll over, having no leverage; she couldn't dodge, having nowhere to go; she couldn't struggle, as it was meaningless. She could only writhe and undulate under this torment. With her mouth gagged, she couldn't even relieve herself. Suddenly, a stimulating sensation from her lower body interrupted her struggles. This feeling had occurred many times before... that thing was actually stirring at this moment. If it were anywhere else, she would have punched him so hard his own mother wouldn't recognize him! But now, not only could she not swing a fist, her entire body was bound like an eel. Her eyes were also covered, and even if she could curl her legs together to kick, she knew it would only be considered playful. Her feet were bound in such a way that she couldn't even struggle. For the perverts of the Illusionary Demon Realm... the signal of itchiness transmitted from every part of her body and stimulated her core consciousness. She never knew that being tickled could become such torture, but she could only endure it, her mind completely consumed by it. In the young man's eyes, the woman's struggles were incredibly alluring and sensual, surpassing any exotic dance he had ever seen. From initial resistance, after a very short time, she lost the strength to resist. Perhaps due to the stimulation of the knots, the young man's eyes saw a surprising sight: her nether regions were already seeping moisture! The White Tiger Princess let out a cold snort and charged at him ferociously. However, just as she did, a thick scent of blood assaulted her senses. In an instant, the White Tiger Princess felt an overwhelming sense of unease. Her speed slowed. The space above the original underground palace, which had been empty, now held a colossal figure. Its divine might was like a prison, and amidst the faint flickering of electric sparks, its monstrous face gradually revealed itself. Suddenly, the White Tiger Princess stared blankly at the figure before her. Even with her formidable strength, she couldn't help but shiver. At the last moment, she had been so close to escaping, but fate had played a cruel joke on her at this critical juncture. All her previous efforts had been in vain. When she awoke from the darkness of unconsciousness, the White Tiger Princess's first instinct was to move her body. Years of training had honed her reflexes to be faster than her mind, but as expected, she couldn't move. Her hands were pulled behind her back to their extreme limit, wrists crossed and pressed so tightly together that they were indistinguishable. From the direct sensation on her skin, every joint was tightly bound by ropes, restricting her range of motion. Her arms were bent backward, forming an inverted triangle "Y" shape. The ropes securely fastened her arms, pulling them almost straight behind her back. Simultaneously, they wrapped around her neck and shoulders, hoisting her hands up and firmly chaining them to her upper body. The knots were arranged in a regular pattern, weaving a dense net. The White Tiger Princess tried to move her wrists and elbows, but the flexible ropes gave her no room to stretch. She could feel that her mouth was stuffed with silk fabric, filling it completely without any gaps. A leather strap was tightly cinched around it. A ball, neither too big nor too small, was wedged between her lips, completely blocking her mouth. Several layers of unknown material, sticky tape, were applied over it, covering almost half of her small face. The inner layer of the tape was very adhesive, sticking firmly to her lips and the gag. The White Tiger Princess tried several times to push the object out with her tongue, but at the last moment, it always returned. After several attempts, she finally chose to give up, but this inexplicable sense of frustration made her very unwilling. Now, the White Tiger Princess could not see her lower body completely because she could not lower her head. However, the sensation of her body made it easy for her to discern the path and arrangement of the ropes. These ropes ran from her chest down to her lower body. The ropes at her waist were connected to her wrists. They were wrapped around her waist several times, and the taut ropes dug into her lower abdomen, preventing her vital energy from sinking, making it impossible to muster any strength. The ropes were wrapped several times around her upper thighs, then, following an extremely lewd pattern, several knots were tied, pressing tightly into the soft flesh of her intimate area. Although the White Tiger Princess possessed unparalleled divine power, she was also a normal woman. Bound in this manner, she felt utterly powerless. What was even more terrifying was that as the ropes gradually deepened, she felt abnormal thoughts constantly extending from the depths of her heart, following her senses. Once these thoughts began, they immediately became difficult to control, like a mountain flood. Her tender private parts slowly sank with the friction of her struggles. The ropes became wet, and then the rope paths on either side lifted her legs. The White Tiger Princess tried to move them, finding that her legs were not bound together as before, but spread apart. Her thighs were folded, her ankles and upper thighs bound together. Her knees were cinched by several ropes, resembling beautiful lotus root sections. Her snow-white skin contrasted with the ropes. Even with all her strength, she could achieve nothing. This binding method was specifically designed to render her strength useless. Even when she gathered all her might to break free, the ropes would still guide her strength to disperse, leading to failure. Two concentrated points of leverage suspended her arms and delicate neck, forming an overall "人" shape in the air. This restricted her strength. The slightest struggle would cause the ropes to tighten, making it impossible for her to breathe, as if she were sinking into a swamp. The ropes coiled around her chest wickedly and erotically, lifting her full, rounded, snow-white breasts. When she lowered her head, the two shallow, rosy points on her fair, tender chest were fully exposed, making her extremely shy. However, the fluorescence that gradually emanated from her writhing body was even more alluring. Every struggle brought pleasure that was several times greater than the force she exerted. The White Tiger Princess tried to control herself, but it was like trying to cup water with a sieve. She struggled for a long time with no success. Moreover, as more and more pleasure surged, she even began to entertain the thought of giving up. Damn it! She, the White Tiger Princess, had roamed the three realms for hundreds of years, governing the laws and punishments, her reputation and methods, along with her heaven-reaching cultivation, striking fear into demons and monsters. She never imagined that she would fall into such a predicament due to a moment of carelessness. Her heart was filled with shock and anger. She exerted her strength to struggle, but this only caused her skin to bear even more shameful and embarrassing marks from the ropes. Just as she was about to begin another round of exertion, a light suddenly emerged from the surrounding darkness, appearing from all directions. In that instant, it almost blinded her, forcing her to close her eyes. When she opened them again, three figures stood before her. Just seeing the first one among them, the White Tiger Princess's uncontrollable rage erupted. The powerful force caused the ropes binding her entire body to emit a tragic creaking sound. The skin at her joints had already turned a dark color, indicating the immense strength of her struggle. The corner of her cherry-red lips, where the gag was stuffed, had a sharp, snow-white fang deeply embedded in the red mouth gag. The person before her smiled and caressed the White Tiger Princess's cheek, completely unfazed by her reaction. The White Tiger Princess struggled, and low sounds emanated from her mouth and nose, like a trapped beast fighting back, using her remaining strength for a final show of defiance. Her bright eyes burned with the flames of hatred, but they were completely ignored by the person before her, instead becoming the best form of amusement. Yuling's thoughts turned to this after she was pressed against the mountain wall. Immediately, her nose felt as if it had inhaled chili peppers, burning so intensely that her entire chest couldn't catch its breath! But her throat was constricted, making it impossible to gasp for air. Her eyes were so irritated that she couldn't open them. Perhaps due to the overwhelming stimulation, Yuling's mind went blank, just as the man in black had said. She couldn't think of anything, only instinctively grabbing his wrists with both hands, trying to pry them apart. She lifted her dangling legs, coiling them out in a sweeping kick towards his chest. However, the moment she exerted force, Yuling felt a sudden numbness, completely unable to budge the black hand. The man in black took the full force of her Ghost King Kick without flinching. After a moment, he released her and threw her to the ground. This astute woman's eyes had rolled back from the pungent, stinging sensation, and she lay on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably. The man in black showed no mercy. He squatted down, forcefully twisted her arms behind her back, and muttered, "The so-called Ghost Fairy, reduced to such a pathetic state?" The mysterious man chuckled sinisterly, then clasped her wrists tightly together from behind. From somewhere, he produced a black rope and began to bind Yuling's wrists. His movements were brutal. He wrapped the rope around her wrists several times vertically, then horizontally, before pushing her wrists upward, forcing the rope to bite deeply into her skin. His grip left red marks on her pair of fair, jade-like wrists. He then threaded the rope through the crook of her elbows, forcefully pulling her arms together behind her back. He tightened the rope, pressing her forearms completely parallel against each other. The rope dug into her wrists, and the sudden, intense pain made even the dazed Yuling gasp. Yet, the man in black smiled. He wrapped the rope from her upper arms to her chest, encircling her torso twice to secure her arms and wrists firmly behind her. He then pulled the rope out from behind her back and diagonally across her chest, creating two loops that accentuated the fullness of her breasts. The suffocating pressure in her chest and the tight restraint on her muscles brought Yuling to a semblance of consciousness. Her first sensation upon waking was the searing pain as the rope tightened around her chest, feeling like a knife cut. The man in black then pulled the rope from her chest and wrapped it twice around Yuling's neck. At this point, Yuling finally regained some control of her body and began to struggle, but the moment she moved, she discovered her arms were as rigid as stone, completely immobile! The rope around her neck tightened, and a sensation, she couldn't tell from where, coursed through her. These two loops weren't positioned traditionally below the neck, but precisely in the center, before the rope extended downward to connect with her wrists. Yuling was now pressed face down on the ground, her upper body fixed in an extremely cruel posture by the black rope. Anyone seeing it might mistake it for a "hands behind the back, praying to Buddha" bind, but only she could truly feel its cruelty. Just moments ago, a loop had also been tied around Yuling's waist, tightening around her lower abdomen, then connecting to her elbows. Twisting her head, Yuling finally saw the face of the person who had brought her to despair. Wasn't this the demon dog, An Ming, from the Illusory Demon Realm that day?! The rope on her chest was so tight that she couldn't breathe deeply, and the loop around her neck intensified the pressure. Not only could she not speak, but every breath was an agony for Yuling. However, the rope on her wrists had crushed her joints, making her feel as if she had lost the use of her arms entirely. If it were someone else, they would likely be crippled. Just then, a line of blood flowed across the black rope on her body, and the terrifying rope suddenly tightened, as if trying to crush every bone in Yuling's body! An Ming then grabbed her neck with one hand, pulled her up from the ground, and asked, "Are you very curious how I managed to catch you?" "Chh... hck..." Even with a multitude of questions, Yuling's throat couldn't produce a single syllable. In fact, this was more effective than covering her mouth. Although An Ming was called a demon dog, he was not unattractive. On the contrary, he had delicate features, his eyes shone brightly, his nose was sharp, and half of his face looked as if it were carved from ice, handsome and refined. Apart from the black robe he wore, there was no hint of evil about him. In fact, when he spoke, the way his long eyebrows arched and twitched was almost comically amusing. An Ming was now smiling gently at Yuling, saying, "Don't be so serious~ There aren't many people as easy to talk to as me where we come from. If you have questions, you should ask quickly." He then added, "Like about your master, or your sister, or something. Even if they're dead, you should at least be a knowledgeable ghost, right?" Hearing this, Yuling suddenly became agitated, struggling desperately. But with her hands bound and only her neck as a pivot, she was like a wriggling worm, what could she do? Finally, Yuling managed to lift her free leg and kick towards An Ming. An Ming caught her ankle with his other hand, twisted her leg halfway around, and bent it backward. He then removed her boots and grasped her delicate, lotus-like feet, which were restlessly wriggling within their silver-patterned black silk stockings. In a gentle tone, he said, "Come, let me show you something nice~!" With that, he lowered Yuling. Below her, something that looked like a wooden horse had appeared at some point. "Lion King, your body?" Several guards stepped forward, intending to bandage the Lion King's wounds, but he shooed them away like flies. "You useless wretches, hurry and fetch ropes!" The attendants immediately retrieved a bundle of brown ropes, as thick as a finger, from their storage artifacts. The Lion King took them, folded them in half, and wound them several times around Han Yue Immortal's neck, tightening them fiercely. He then wrapped the ropes down her neck to her shoulders and upper arms, securing them tightly. The ropes crossing her shoulders were then used to bind three segments on each side of her upper arms. Next, he folded her forearms, crossed her wrists behind her back in a 'W' shape. The Lion King, caught off guard by Xia Qingyue's attack with the Moon Ling Wheel, had a wound that exposed bone. Now, he showed no mercy. He lifted her bound wrists as high as possible, almost pressing them against the back of her neck. The force was so brutal that the unconscious Han Yue Immortal let out a pained groan. Her delicate face, like the full moon, furrowed her brows, her eyelashes fluttered, and her brow creased into a pained knot. The Lion King tied the knot at her wrists to the rope at the back of her neck. Then, he threaded the remaining ropes through the ones on her shoulders and upper arms, pulling them under her armpits, pressing her arms, folded behind her back, tightly against her body. Her smooth, warm skin began to glisten with sweat. The ropes then ran down the front, re-cinching the pair of snow-white peaks that had only recently been freed. The Lion King's hands were not as nimble as the previous binder's, but they were strong. The ropes forced Han Yue Immortal to hold her head high, her breasts pushed up and fuller. The Lion King wickedly cupped and squeezed them with his large hands, eliciting whimpers from Han Yue Immortal. However, he clearly wasn't done with her. Three ropes descended vertically from three directions, forming another layer of loops around her forearms and upper arms. Then, the Lion King took another hemp rope, simultaneously tearing apart Xia Qingyue's gauze dress, and bound her shapely upper body, abdomen, and slender waist tightly once more. This time, he used two ropes to circle Han Yue Immortal's delicate waist, caressing her deep, hidden valley. With two thick, purple wooden rods, he searched for openings and slowly inserted them into her private parts and rear, securing them with the crotch rope. Due to the tight constriction of her moist cleft, her lips, as elegant and beautiful as cherry blossoms, twitched involuntarily, and she subtly writhed her slender waist. After tightening the ropes around her breasts, the Lion King tied the remaining rope to the base of her thighs and gave it a strong tug. A small amount of nectar immediately flowed from Han Yue Immortal's core, and a shy, muffled groan escaped her throat. Satisfied, the Lion King used a third rope to further secure Xia Qingyue's upper body and arms. He then took an extremely fine silk thread, not ordinary fishing line, but liquid refined from profound crystals with celestial fire, and meticulously bound her ten fingers, pressing them tightly into her palms. He clenched them into two fists and secured them firmly with a piece of talisman paper, ensuring she couldn't move even a millimeter, even if she were awake. Next, the Lion King began to bind Xia Qingyue's legs from the thighs down. The ropes coiled like snakes around Han Yue Immortal's pair of snow-white, jade-like legs. There were three loops around each thigh, one above and one below each knee, and her calves received special attention, especially her delicate and spiritual ankles, which were bound with several loops horizontally and vertically. He then tightened them with divine power, tying them into unbreakable knots. This set of knots had a pleasant name: the Eight Treasures Heart-Turning Knot. Han Yue Immortal's exposed, tender feet were now completely revealed. They were fair and slender, carved from crystal jade. Beneath the skin of her insteps, a faint glow pulsed, revealing purple-blue veins that flowed like the luminescence of coral treasures, making her arched feet even more exquisitely beautiful. Her ten slender, white toes were as long and lovely as spring onions. Due to the previous torment of the ropes binding her body, they were now slightly separated and curled, displaying a captivating grace. The Lion King touched the sole of her foot, finding the texture exceptionally fine and smooth, like cream and jade. Without hesitation, he drove several silver needles into the acupoints on Xia Qingyue's soles, sealing her last vestiges of spiritual energy. From now on, Han Yue Immortal's pair of exquisite and charming jade feet would be unable to offer any resistance, only to be toyed with and defiled by the Lion King. After completing these preparations, the Lion King ordered Xia Qingyue's raven-black hair to be tied with rope. Several ropes extending from her body were then used to hoist her into the center of the exhibition platform. He brought forth a pill and smeared it under Xia Qingyue's nose. Han Yue Immortal jolted awake, letting out a slight cough. She immediately felt as if her entire body was being sliced by knives, the pain excruciating. The ropes were tightly constricting her skin, and her joints were already turning purplish. She was completely unable to move. Furthermore, due to the insertion of two objects into her [X], they churned like dragons in the sea, causing her to climax uncontrollably. As her beautiful eyes fluttered open, tears streamed down her face. The once ethereal and transcendent Han Yue Immortal was now bound and tied like a fleshy rod, suspended in mid-air on the exhibition platform. The ropes had bound almost every important part of her body. Xia Qingyue's flawless jade body was unevenly compressed by the ropes, forming a diamond pattern. The malevolent beings who had been affected earlier now returned to feast their eyes. This was pure torment for Han Yue Immortal. After slowly waking from her unconsciousness, she felt herself floating in the air, the powerful restraint coiling around her like a venomous python. She immediately realized she had been recaptured. She tried to struggle, but her body was numb and immobile. The ropes binding her crossed hands behind her back and her tightly pressed legs dug into her skin like burning steel needles, causing unbearable pain. She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't move an inch. During her unconsciousness, the Lion King had used his primal energy to seal her nine orifices, and her body was still weak and fatigued, rendering her unable to channel energy to resist. She tried several times, but the ropes binding her seemed to be specially crafted immortal spiritual treasures. The hemp rope's texture, each fine thread, was imbued with the effect of sealing primal energy. As Xia Qingyue awoke, these ropes seemed to awaken like hibernating serpents, tightening their grip on their prey. Not only was her primal energy suppressed, but even her blood flow was almost frozen, preventing the slightest circulation of her vital energy. The rope loop the Lion King had deliberately placed around her neck choked her delicate throat, making it difficult for Han Yue Immortal to breathe, her breaths coming in short, rapid gasps. She was forced to arch her chest and contract her abdomen in mid-air, making any attempt to draw in external spiritual energy a foolish dream. Now, she hung there, stiff and exposed, before the lecherous eyes of a multitude of demons. Ashamed and furious, she longed to disintegrate her own body and die, but the Lion King's poisonous ropes and sealed primal energy left her even unable to speak. All she could do was weep silently. Qingfang was speechless. Looking at her cold second brother, who was so disrespectful, she didn't know how to retort. She glanced at the Rat King and Sui Yun; indeed, none of them dared to raise any objections to this brother, who was as cold as ice and as firm as a rock. After a long while, she could only shake her head, "Alright... but even if she is so clear and intelligent, now that she has fallen into the hands of those demons, it's almost impossible for her to maintain her virginity, isn't it?" In fact, even escaping was a wishful thinking. Bound by the golden ropes woven from a thousand threads, even a great immortal would not be able to break free. Look at the Frost Moon Fairy, so pale and haggard now; she must have tried to escape here quite a bit, right? After this, suddenly two women in red tight-fitting clothes walked in one after another from behind the curtain. However, this pair of maids was not bound by shackles or fetters, and they looked more like the female guards of this Jade Palace. Between them was a vibrant green bamboo pole, as if freshly cut, still with branches and leaves. On the bamboo pole, a jade-like body lay horizontally. If the previous women were still clothed, this woman was completely naked. The ropes were her only adornment on her fair and tender skin. The ropes were as thick as a little finger, binding her pair of jade-white, slender arms into several sections, tightly tied to the bamboo pole. Her hands were also wrapped in a cloth bag, the edge of which was tied to her wrists with thin ropes, preventing her fingers from flexing freely, let alone secretly untying the knots. The vermilion ropes were wrapped around her delicate neck and crisscrossed over her full breasts, tied into an inverted '8' shape, constricting her breasts, making them look like two white jade gourds, lightly dotted with two touches of vermilion. Even her tender nipples were not spared; they were tied with thin ropes, connected together. Two golden bells hung from the knots of the thin ropes. As the maids carrying the bamboo pole walked forward, the girl's soft, snow-white breasts swayed from time to time, making the pair of golden bells tinkle. The pain was like a knife cut, bringing her immense suffering. Her bright black and white eyes, full of anger, shimmered with tears. She lowered her head, looking at her body tightly bound and ravaged by the ropes. She thought of herself