Duvana, the dragon girl, who got carried away with bondage.

Duwana rested her chin on her small hands, contemplating. In all her long life, she had never known the taste of defeat. She sometimes wondered, with her dragon-girl form and human form both so beautiful, what those vulgar humans would do to her if they ever managed to defeat her. What would her mindset be after such a defeat? With this thought, Duwana decided to create another form, one that completely concealed her world-ending dragon power and magic, her killing intent and oppressive aura, transforming herself into an ordinary human woman. Thus, Duwana gathered all her magic, meticulously adjusting it. Finally, she retracted her dragon horns, her eyes shifting from violet to rose red. She exerted all her strength to suppress the immense energy and boundless power within her, limiting her output as much as possible. Duwana found a granite stone about half her height and lightly punched it. She could feel a distinct pain in her hand. She then tested her speed, finding it comparable to that of ordinary knight-warriors. She also tried to unleash her Blazing Sun Dragon Breath and World-Ending Demonic Lightning, along with various spells, but found herself completely unable to. This current form was, in essence, that of a weak human woman. With this, she devised her plan. A few days later, the King of Kingdom B, having received news of the world-ending dragon's appearance, immediately seized the opportunity. If he could kill or capture this world-ending dragon, he was certain he could rule the entire continent with the fame and prestige it would bring. He summoned the kingdom's top craftsmen and mages, who then crafted a complete set of restraints for the world-ending dragon, designed to capture her after she was defeated. Thus, the royal army departed with a chest full of these restraints. Duwana, using the sensory abilities of her dark dragon form, detected the approaching army in advance. She flew directly towards them and, in her dragon form, unleashed a breath of dragon fire. The golden-red, scorching dragon breath leveled the surrounding forest and rocks, annihilating almost the entire army. Duwana deliberately left about a dozen soldiers alive. However, these few soldiers, witnessing the dark dragon's ability to decimate their forces with a single breath, completely abandoned any thought of capturing her, wishing they had eight legs to flee. At this moment, Duwana transformed into her human form, completely retracting all her power, becoming a breathtakingly beautiful ordinary human woman. "Wait a moment, since there are only a few of you left, let's play a game." As Duwana spoke, she opened the nearby intact chest. A dragon's eyesight is incredibly sharp, and Duwana had precisely controlled her dragon breath to avoid damaging this chest. Just as she expected, the chest contained a large pile of specially made ropes, magic-sealing collars, shackles, and various other restraints, clearly prepared by the army to capture her. "It seems your mission was to take me back alive." "Then tie me up. I want to see who dares to plot against me." "Is this broad telling the truth?" "We have no choice but to believe her now..." "What if she's tricking us? Once we get close, we won't even have a complete corpse left." "May the Nine Creator Gods protect me, lest I be reduced to ashes." Seeing the fearful soldiers begin to murmur amongst themselves, Duwana, in her human form, proactively took a magic-sealing collar from the chest and, with her own hands, locked it around her neck. She then feigned weakness and lay on the ground, awaiting the soldiers to bind her. "Holy hell, it looks like she was telling the truth." "She's willingly submitting? What a brainless, horny dragon." "This foolish woman, she put the collar on herself." "Who cares if she's a demon dragon? Once she's tied up, she'll have to be escorted back obediently." "Brothers, let's go!" With that, the dozen or so soldiers surged forward, pinning Duwana down and taking out a large bundle of specially made ropes to bind her. Duwana, having completely hidden her dragon power, was utterly incapable of resisting the brute force of these elite warriors and could only be bound obediently. Soon, Duwana's wrists, arms, neck, and chest were all securely bound by the special ropes. At this point, Duwana's strength was no different from that of an ordinary girl, and she could not break free from these specially made, powerful ropes. To prevent Duwana from escaping, the soldiers then produced a pair of special shackles and locked them onto Duwana's ankles, restricting her movement. This time, they brought out a new item – a magic-absorbing vibrator. They directly took out this vibrator, which had been infused with magic by a great mage. The vibrator recognized Duwana's body and flew directly inside. Duwana's black veil was torn apart by magic, and the vibrator was inserted directly into Duwana's tender flesh. "Hoh hoh hoh oh oh oh oh!" Duwana had never experienced such a probing. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably. She discovered that this device could absorb her magic. Even if she didn't actively use it, as long as she summoned her magic, it would be quickly drained by the vibrator. However, escaping this device was simple. Duwana could have directly unleashed a magic shockwave with her nearly infinite magic, instantly exploding the vibrator. But that would be too boring. Duwana felt as if a new world had opened up to her. This was the first time she had fallen into human hands, at their mercy. "So this is what it feels like to be defeated and captured... Interesting..." Duwana stopped summoning her magic, and the vibrator ceased its operation. "It seems that if a mage or a strong individual without sufficient power were to have this inserted, they truly wouldn't be able to escape." Next, the soldiers inserted a cold crystal steel gag into Duwana's mouth. The King had specifically made this to restrict her dragon breath, as it could effectively absorb the flame energy of dragon breath. They then secured it to Duwana's mouth with a special leather strap. Duwana felt that this cold iron gag was less cold than ice cream. If she were to transform into her dragon-girl form now, she suspected a mere puff of fire would incinerate this iron ball. "Alright, put her in the prisoner cart." Duwana was unceremoniously thrown into a specially designed prisoner cart. Locked within this cart, Duwana could only expose her head. Her slender, fair dragon neck was rigidly fixed by steel plates, and her ankles were secured by a full steel shackle. Inside the cart, a magic-sealing chain connected to a steel waist ring tightly bound Duwana's slender waist, sealing her acupoints and restricting her breathing and ability to exert force. Furthermore, these shackles were infused with magical electricity, capable of absorbing her magic and converting it into electrical current, delivering an electric shock to Duwana at least every ten seconds. The journey back to the kingdom would take at least two hours. The thought of what awaited her filled Duwana with both fear and excitement. This was a sensation she had never experienced before: being defeated, rendered powerless, captured, and escorted by the enemy. Throughout the journey, the constant electric shocks excited Duwana immensely. The shocks continuously depleted her stamina, and her consciousness began to blur. Duwana attempted to struggle, but the special ropes dug deeply into her flesh, while the shackles and restraints remained unmoving. The iron cuffs on her waist were also incredibly secure. Duwana's struggles were entirely futile. In her human form, she was truly tormented by this set of torture devices, utterly unable to escape. After two hours, the convoy entered the kingdom. The citizens of the kingdom could hardly believe that the army had actually captured the world-ending dragon, whom even the Nine Creator Gods could not defeat. The King, who had been waiting, emerged from the royal palace, ready to admire his spoils of war. "Alright, that's enough fun." Duwana, using her Dragon Sight, pierced through layers of city walls and building structures, spotting the Queen of the XX Kingdom tens of kilometers away. She then opened a dark purple portal, instantly appearing in the Queen's chambers. The Queen sensed a terrifying aura descend behind her. As she turned, her eyes met Duwana's. Before she could scream, Duwana subdued her with the highest-level illusion magic and brought her back to her own dimension. The Queen stood in Duwana's dimension, her eyes vacant. Duwana raised her jade hand, extending her slender, delicate fingers. Her nails elongated, piercing into the Queen's brain. Duwana then infused a fraction of her true soul energy into the Queen's mind. After a few seconds, this minuscule portion of Duwana's soul energy flowed throughout the Queen's body. Duwana then unleashed her magic. The original Queen transformed into an exact replica of Duwana in appearance and form, indistinguishable from the real one. Duwana then opened a large treasure chest filled with high-grade restraint items and began to bind the "self" before her. Duwana first dressed "herself" in a top-tier, anti-magic, one-piece, open-crotch black silk garment, crafted from Eastern celestial silkworm threads and Western demon-repelling silk. It was further inscribed with anti-magic runes by eight-tier archmages, rendering even a ninth-tier archmage largely incapable of channeling magic while wearing it. The thin, one-piece, open-crotch black silk clung tightly to Duwana's exquisite body, accentuating her long, beautiful legs. The zipper was at the back. After Duwana zipped it up, the zipper vanished, and the garment fused with Duwana's delicate form. The thin silk melded with her flesh, faintly shimmering with powerful anti-magic runes. An opening was left at the crotch, allowing for the insertion of other restraints targeting a woman's most vulnerable three orifices. Duwana then produced a special anti-magic collar and placed it around her own slender, fair neck to seal her magic. Next, Duwana retrieved several bundles of special ropes made from top-grade magical beast sinew and soft superalloy. She bound "herself's" arms behind her back, wrapping multiple loops around her upper arms, forearms, and wrists to ensure absolute immobility. She then pulled two strands from the knot behind her back, bringing them to the front to tightly constrict her pair of bountiful, massive breasts, causing her nipples to harden and protrude from the pressure. She then wrapped several loops around her own soft, rosy dragon belly, restricting her breathing. Finally, she fitted a loop around her neck, tying all the ropes from her chest, abdomen, and neck to the main knot behind her back, creating a system where a single pull affected her entire body. Duwana then took out a superior-grade gel from the chest, refined over centuries from the corpses of hellish lava beasts, possessing incredibly strong adhesive properties. She smeared it onto "herself's" palms, then clenched her hands into fists. The beast gel instantly solidified, firmly bonding Duwana's five fingers into small, pink fists. Afterward, Duwana used silvery-white, special anti-magic bandages, rumored to be refined from the bones of top mages and demon-repelling silk, and also coated with potent beast gel. Duwana wrapped several layers of these bandages around "herself's" cute little fists, ensuring she couldn't move a single finger. Duwana suddenly remembered something was missing. She rummaged through the bottom of the chest and found a magic-absorbing vibrator and a string of vajra anal beads. Duwana spread apart her shapely, plump buttocks, revealing her pristine, tender little orifice and rosebud between the fleshy cheeks. She inserted the magic-absorbing vibrator and the vajra anal beads separately. Both items were crafted from incredibly hard special alloy steel and embedded with magic-absorbing gems that converted absorbed magic into kinetic energy, activating the vibration. To ensure they wouldn't fall out if she moved, Duwana took another bundle of special ropes, threaded them through "herself's" lower body, and yanked them tight. Her tender, juicy little vulva was squeezed out like a piece of meat, and the ropes were then tied to the knot behind her back, forming a crotch rope that deprived her of freedom and restricted her movement. This way, even if Duwana spread her thighs a little wider, or struggled with her bound hands, the deadly, insidious crotch rope would tighten, painfully constricting her sensitive orifices and rendering her legs weak and powerless. Duwana admired her perfect self-binding masterpiece. (I didn't expect I'd be quite so talented.) With this thought, Duwana revealed her cute little fangs and smiled faintly, her rosy lips curving. Her dragon soul then departed her body and entered the body of the XX Kingdom's Queen, which had already been transformed into her exact likeness by the true soul energy. As soon as Duwana entered this new body, she felt the oppressive tightness of the one-piece, open-crotch black silk and the ropes binding her entire form. Her slender waist, ample breasts, plump buttocks, delicate neck, and rosy, sensitive vulva all transmitted a sensation of intense constriction. The insidious crotch rope below constantly limited Duwana's mobility. Duwana tried taking small steps, spreading her thighs, but the crotch rope didn't react strongly. However, when she tried to kick her legs with force, the crotch rope instantly tightened with the tensing of the muscles at her inner thighs, brutally constricting Duwana's pure white, jade-like urethra. The vibrator and steel beads, held by the ropes, were pushed even deeper into Duwana's sensitive orifices and rosebud. This stimulation caused Duwana to let out a moan of pleasure. "Hoooh oh oh oh oh!" Duwana regretted it a little at this moment. She hadn't expected such a small crotch rope to have such a significant restrictive effect on her. Duwana then tried to channel her magic. At this point, this new body only contained a fraction of her true soul energy, a mere one ten-millionth compared to her original form. Her magic was negligible, further hampered by the special anti-magic one-piece black silk, the magic-sealing collar, the anti-magic ropes, and the magic-absorbing vibrator. To Duwana's surprise, even with these meticulously layered, potent anti-magic measures combined with her less than one ten-millionth of magic, she could still channel some of her power and exhale terrifying purple flame dragon breath. However, the magic-absorbing vibrator quickly took effect. Due to the nine rare, anti-magic gems embedded within, as soon as Duwana exhaled a breath of dragon fire, her body's magic was rapidly absorbed by the vibrator. The nine anti-magic gems could absorb the immense magic of an entire magic ore mountain in one second. Yet, it took over ten seconds to absorb ninety percent of Duwana's magic, a testament to the near-infinite, terrifying magical power of the World-Ending Demon Dragon. Duwana immediately ceased channeling her magic, preserving the last layer of her power for emergencies. While Duwana was thoroughly enjoying her self-binding. The Kings of the XX and XX Kingdoms had already assembled armies of millions, hundreds of advanced war chariots and airships, and prepared mountains of powerful restraints, all ready to capture the legendary World-Ending Demon Dragon, Duwana, alive. "King of XX, I hear your Queen has gone missing?" "She is naturally restless and uninterested in war. It matters not. Let her play for a few more days. We shall attend to matters of state first." Duwana's exceptionally strong demonic dragon senses instantly detected their location. Now, it was time for her to make an appearance. So, she carefully spread her black-silk clad legs in small movements and stepped out of her spatial-temporal portal, arriving on the battlefield where the armies of both nations stood in formation. "Attention! Enemy contact!" The million soldiers immediately spotted the scene on the battlefield. A massive, dark purple portal opened, and from it emerged the dragon girl Duwana, her upper body tightly bound, a vibrator and anal beads inserted into her lower body, a magic-sealing collar around her neck, and wearing anti-magic, one-piece, open-crotch black silk. A gentle breeze blew, causing Duwana's cascading black hair to flutter, revealing her rope-bound, more sculpted and sexy breasts and plump buttocks and legs. Upon seeing this peerlessly beautiful dragon, capable of toppling nations, the soldiers below felt their fleshly desires surge, determined to capture this sexy, beautiful dragon girl alive, drag her back to the kingdom's prison, and extract her blood and tendons. The King on the high platform, upon witnessing this, was somewhat shocked, then burst into laughter and asked. "Hahaha, isn't this the legendary Nightmare of the Continent, the Demon Dragon Duwana?" A colossal, dark purple portal ripped open, and from it emerged Duwana, the dragoness. Her upper body was bound tightly, a vibrator and butt plug inserted into her nether regions, a demon-sealing collar around her neck, and she wore a black, cleavage-baring, crotchless bodysuit with stockings. A gentle breeze stirred, causing Duwana's waterfall of black hair to dance, revealing her breasts, sculpted and sensual from the ropes, and her voluptuous hips and shapely legs. Witnessing this peerlessly beautiful dragoness, the soldiers below felt their own dragon-like members harden. They were determined to capture this sexy, beautiful dragoness alive, drag her back to the kingdom's dungeons, and drain her blood and tendons. From his elevated platform, the King watched this scene, a flicker of shock crossing his face before he burst into laughter and boomed, "Hahaha, isn't this the legendary Nightmare of the Continent, the Demon Dragon Duwana?" "How did you end up bound like this, looking so lewd, like a common whore?" Duwana, hearing such an insult from a mere weakling, seethed with anger. "You!" "I fell into a treacherous plot! I was tricked into wearing this crotchless bodysuit and bound like this!" "But that scoundrel was still too weak. I could have kicked him to death with my legs." The King found this even more amusing. "To think a powerful dragoness could be deceived by a scoundrel into wearing such lewd implements. I see you're no world-ending demon dragon after all." "You are nothing but a lewd, base, super-invincible, utterly slutty bitch!" Duwana, hearing such vile insults, grew even more enraged, vowing to slaughter this king who spoke without restraint. "Soldiers, attack! While her upper body is restrained, capture her alive!" "Come, you insects! Even with my arms bound, I can crush you with my legs and feet!" With that, a million-strong army surged forward, charging towards the solitary Duwana. Duwana knew her lower body was restricted by the ropes, but she broke into a run. Though her magic was almost entirely drained by the anti-magic restraints, her immense dragon strength still coursed through her. Duwana lifted her right leg slightly and swept it out. The hundreds of soldiers at the forefront were instantly torn to shreds, their formation shattered. From above, airships unleashed ground-to-ground missiles, which detonated in massive explosions. Duwana, unharmed at the epicenter, pushed off the ground with her legs, leaping a hundred meters into the air. She then kicked at an airship, its reinforced steel hull instantly ripped apart by the demon dragon's terrifying leg strength, sending it crashing down. Duwana used the wreckage of the airships as stepping stones, twisting and turning in the air. One by one, she destroyed airship after airship. In mere moments, hundreds of airships in the sky above the battlefield were annihilated. Duwana seized her opportunity, targeting the most densely packed area of soldiers on the ground. She stomped down, her bound, black-stockinged form descending rapidly. The ground beneath her stockinged foot instantly cracked, the fissures extending for hundreds of meters, unleashing a massive shockwave that killed thousands of soldiers within its range. The King realized that despite being bound with lewd restraints, this dragoness's combat power was still formidable. He ordered his infantry to retreat and board the battle tanks. Duwana, sensing the soldiers' retreat, shouted, "Didn't you just say you wanted to capture me alive? Are you scared now? Don't even think about escaping!" Suddenly, hundreds of colossal steel beasts, forming a torrent of metal, roared towards Duwana. Under the joint command of the strategist and the King, the tanks aimed at Duwana and fired in unison. Hundreds of tank cannons unleashed a barrage, hundreds of laser-guided armor-piercing shells converging on Duwana's exquisite body, kicking up a massive cloud of dust. But to everyone's astonishment, as the dust settled, a small, black-stockinged foot emerged. Duwana was still completely unharmed. The tank crews and generals were now stunned, as if the killing machine before them, bound and restrained by ropes, was not her, but themselves. Duwana then felt a cold yet resilient sensation in her throat. The experienced Duwana immediately realized what was happening – her cherry lips were stuffed with a dildo, and a gag made of beast hide was tightly secured to her fair cheeks. The soldiers, having witnessed the terror of her dragon breath, had ensured this phallus, made with a core of cold sky profound iron and an outer layer of extreme-cold region snake king's gall bladder, possessed powerful fire-extinguishing and high-temperature resistant capabilities. It reached deep into Duwana's throat, preventing her from even extending her tongue. The dildo and gag completely sealed off the destructive dragon breath of the world-ending dragon. Duwana looked around and found herself encased in a dragon-capturing carriage forged from profound iron, being transported to the Kingdom of XX. Outside the carriage were the dozen or so soldiers she hadn't managed to kill before fainting. The king himself rode in the carriage ahead, personally escorting Duwana. Duwana tried to turn her neck to observe her surroundings, but a powerful restraint on her neck caused it to ache. She then discovered that her swan-like neck was locked by a heavy iron shackle, fixing her horizontally within the carriage and obstructing her view of her own body. Duwana attempted to twist her body, tightly encased in a magic-nullifying, open-crotch, black silk bodysuit. Although she couldn't see her body, the deep pressure she felt informed her of her current predicament. Duwana was now locked horizontally in the dragon-capturing carriage. Her neck was secured by a thousand-jin special alloy heavy shackle to the inner wall of the carriage. A super-alloy steel waist ring was locked around her waist, its interior lined with soft and hard tentacles. It was clear that the alchemists and master craftsmen of the Kingdom of XX had poured the nation's resources and scoured the continent for rare materials to create this ultimate restraint. The tentacles inside the waist ring pressed against Duwana's abdominal pressure points, preventing her from exerting force and restricting her breathing. Furthermore, the tentacles would automatically enter a writhing mode upon detecting any mobilization of magic within Duwana, causing her internal magic to become chaotic and rendering her incapable of any magical resistance. At this moment, she also realized her limbs were weak, her body numb, and her mind sluggish. She understood that after her collapse, these remnants of soldiers had injected her with at least ten doses of muscle relaxant and knockout drugs. Hearing Duwana's unwilling grunts from within the carriage, a few accompanying guards remarked, "Really? Didn't I give this little slut over ten shots of potent knockout drugs and muscle relaxants? Even the strongest mountain troll would be taken down by two or three shots, and she's waking up this quickly?" Her once free, black-silk clad legs and delicate feet were now shackled by special steel restraints. The heavy shackles, capable of weighing a thousand jin, were locked tightly around Duwana's slender ankles, fixing her lower body to the rear of the carriage. To prevent any mistakes, the insidious and cunning king had added an extra layer of security: a pair of super-alloy leg irons weighing several tons were also locked onto her ankles. These leg irons, made from five types of superior alloys, were not large but incredibly heavy. Duwana merely had to slightly lift her black-silk clad feet to feel the immense weight on her ankles, and she could hear the "clank, clank" of the chains on the leg irons. In addition to these extra shackles and leg irons, Duwana struggled her limbs. The ropes she had bound herself with earlier were still tightly wrapped around her delicate body. That insidious rope was still digging into Duwana's most vulnerable lower body. The vibrator inserted into her jade aperture and the metal ball anal plug in her chrysanthemum brought a stinging sensation to Duwana's nether regions. What appeared to be an ordinary rope had become a key factor in Duwana's defeat and capture. Duwana finally recalled why she had become a captive, being transported like a flesh slave in this carriage. Due to the rope she had tied herself with, she had lost all strength at the crucial moment, climaxing and collapsing from exhaustion. This was why she had been loaded into this dragon-capturing carriage by the mere dozens of remaining battered soldiers. Thinking of this, Duwana felt a surge of regret. She had been so close to kicking all the allied forces of both nations to death with her black-silk clad legs. If only she hadn't tied that rope, perhaps she would have been the victor. But now, Duwana truly had no way to escape. Her waist, neck, and ankles were locked by steel shackles and the waist ring. Her hands were bound by magic-nullifying dragon sinew ropes. Her lower body was inserted with sex toys, bound by the rope, and locked with a magic-sealing collar. Her tender nether regions were firmly pressed by the dildo, locked onto her face with a gag and leather straps. Her dragon breath was sealed by the dildo. Her internal magic was in disarray due to the tentacles of the alloy waist ring. Even if she had magic now, the tentacles' manipulation would prevent her from casting any spells. Only a small amount of stamina recovered during her unconsciousness remained. Duwana was unwilling to be captured like this. On the journey to the Kingdom of XX, she had tried to struggle countless times. However, the dragon-capturing carriage was a meticulously crafted cage designed specifically for her. Furthermore, she had been injected with dozens of doses of potent muscle relaxants and knockout drugs capable of incapacitating a mountain beast. The drug effects were still ongoing, and the breathing restrictions from the gag, collar, and waist ring meant her struggles were unsuccessful. Instead, they exhausted the small amount of stamina she had saved, leaving her no choice but to be escorted to the Kingdom of XX. After three to four hours, the exhausted and suffering dragon girl was finally transported to the Kingdom of XX. As the carriage stopped, the door of the dragon-capturing carriage was opened. Duwana felt several guards unlock the heavy shackles on her neck and ankles, releasing her. However, the alloy waist ring remained locked around her slender waist, still clad in the magic-nullifying black silk bodysuit. At this point, the effects of the ten-plus doses of muscle relaxant had worn off by more than half. Duwana felt her stamina had recovered slightly. If her stamina had recovered significantly, the several-ton leg irons would have felt light to her, and she could have escaped hundreds of meters with a single leap even while wearing them. The previously despairing dragon girl suddenly began to feel a glimmer of hope. Just as Duwana was about to step down, several guards jointly controlled her black-silk clad jade feet. The delicate dragon girl, having her ankles grabbed for the first time, felt a mixture of shyness and anger. "Mmph... Mmph mmph!" (These jade feet of this dragon are not for you ants to touch?) But now, bound like a dragon slave, Duwana could only harbor hatred in her heart; she couldn't even utter a word. Coupled with the several-ton super-alloy leg irons on her feet, she could only watch as they put on her the terrifying torture device – the metal high heels. These were crafted by the Kingdom of XX's master craftsmen from incredibly strong super-alloy, a terrifying torture device specifically designed for the tender and sensitive soles of dragon girls. The shoes looked beautiful on the outside, but they harbored a sinister secret within. The soles of the shoes were covered with soft and hard tentacles, similar to those on the inner wall of the alloy waist ring. The moment Duwana stepped her black-silk clad jade foot inside, she felt an unprecedented torture on the soles of her feet. (So itchy, ahahahahaha!) Then, a small alloy lock was added to the ankle strap of the shoe. The strap was made from the toughest part of a top-tier beast's hide, extremely resilient. Combined with the sturdy small alloy lock, these beautiful torture devices were securely fastened to the dragon girl's black-silk clad feet. Even though the effects of the potent knockout drugs had worn off by more than half, every step Duwana took would be relentlessly tormented by the tentacles at the bottom of the high heels. Coupled with the several-ton heavy leg irons, the exhausted and pitiable dragon girl had no possibility of escape. Duwana's fantasy of escape was shattered. She hadn't expected the kingdom's alchemists and master craftsmen to prepare such rigorous and meticulous torture devices and restraints to prevent her escape.