The Idiot Dragon Girl Duana's Re-Binding

After the previous incident of being bound, playing with self-binding too much, being defeated and captured, and being paraded through the streets, Duwana became increasingly fascinated by these wondrous human arts of binding and restraint. However, due to her own earth-shattering, rock-splitting, and steel-piercing power, and her super-high-temperature dragon's breath that could annihilate everything and vaporize all things, she had always been unable to truly experience the taste of "defeat." Duwana was wearing a black sheer bodysuit with a crotchless design, woven from her own magic, and was sitting on a rock in the wilderness. She crossed her black-sheer-clad feet, propped her chin with one hand, and idly played with a solid special steel pipe she had previously acquired from a human kingdom with the other. Her amethyst-like large eyes glowed with purple luminescence, and her black hair cascaded down to her waist. She stared ahead expressionlessly, looking utterly bored. "Hmm... so boring. Perhaps I should find some fun." With that thought, Duwana involuntarily inserted the solid steel pipe made of special steel into her exposed, honeyed slit beneath the crotchless black sheer. "Mmm... so comfortable... this feeling." Although Duwana had lived for tens of billions of years, she was still a virgin in terms of dragon intercourse. Despite having had experience with a vibrator inserted into her nether regions before, the sensitivity of her honeyed cavity remained extremely high. Duwana spread her legs, savoring the pleasure of the steel pipe being inserted into her lower body. As her little hole began to become moist, Duwana's fair jade hand gripping the steel pipe tightened with increasing force. As the steel pipe was thrust in with increasing force, Duwana's honeyed snow reflexively tensed. The special steel pipe emitted a terrifying metallic creak, and the immense force directly snapped the special steel pipe in half. "Ah... I couldn't hold back..." Duwana was extremely frustrated upon seeing that she had accidentally broken the toy she had found after destroying another kingdom. "It's always like this..." Duwana suddenly had a brilliant idea. Since her power was so immense, her body indestructible and invulnerable, and her magic boundless like the ocean, she could directly separate her power from her main body and create a clone that looked exactly like her. This would satisfy her desire to "be defeated and captured." No sooner said than done, Duwana jumped off the rock and began to mobilize her magic, separating nearly all of her power to create a clone that looked exactly like her main body. It still possessed her soul-stirring violet dragon eyes, paired with rose-red eyeshadow and jet-black waist-length hair. She was clad in a black sheer bodysuit with a crotchless design. The tight-fitting black sheer further accentuated Duwana's graceful, curvaceous, and perfect figure. Her slender legs appeared even more alluring against the backdrop of the black sheer, and her smooth, plump toes, encased in the black sheer, resembled delectable chocolates. "She's caught! Everyone, get her! Tie her up!" "Grab our strongest ropes and shackles, don't let this dragon escape. Bring her back alive, and there'll be rewards for everyone." At Arthur's command, the few remaining soldiers found renewed strength. They brought out the Kingdom of Clara's top-tier restraints—black soft steel ropes, their core filled with hardened black special steel, and wrapped externally with tough Eastern silkworm hemp. They possessed the resilience of steel and the flexibility of cotton and hemp, making them incredibly sturdy. At this moment, Duwana was still trying to escape, dragging the chain around her neck. Arthur alone couldn't hold her. But before she could even stand, several soldiers swarmed her, their hands grabbing the struggling Duwana, who was choked and exhausted. "You... you bastards... let me go!" Duwana was beyond help. Her strength completely gone, she could only let these weak humans, whom she could have torn apart with a single hand, hold her down and bind her. The soldiers worked quickly. As the elite pursuit team of the Kingdom of Clara, they were highly skilled in the art of rope binding. They twisted Duwana's arms behind her back, pulling her black-stockinged hands up. Then, they used the black soft steel ropes to swiftly bind her wrists layer by layer, tying them in a death knot, leaving no room for escape. Feeling her arms twisted behind her and pulled taut, coupled with the tightening ropes, Duwana's wrists began to ache and burn. She hadn't expected humans to have such severe methods of torture. Next, the soldiers continued to use the ropes to pull and loop around Duwana's black-stockinged breasts, finally forming a noose around her neck. They tightened the main knot behind her back, then drew out ropes from it to bind her left and right upper arms securely, locking Duwana's slender arms, which possessed the strength to shatter stone and steel. They then tightened ropes around her waist and abdomen, drawing out a section of rope and forcefully threading it into Duwana's sensitive virgin honey-hole, which was not covered by her black stockings. They tightened it fiercely, then secured it behind her back, tying it off with the knot at her wrists. "Mmmph!" Feeling her entire body bound by ropes, with the familiar rope threaded through her lower body, Duwana's vulva throbbed from the rope's pressure. Her slender, black-stockinged legs kicked weakly back and forth. She had tied herself with this rope before and knew its insidious and terrifying nature. Once bound by this rope, any struggle, even a large stride, would be restricted, causing the rope to dig into her most sensitive private parts. She also realized at this moment that these humans were incredibly cunning. The rope threaded through her crotch was different from the ropes on the rest of her body. Although also made of black steel and silkworm hemp, it was covered in tiny, sharp barbs. If this rope tightened around her vulva, her nether regions would sting and itch even more intensely, causing her legs to weaken and possibly leading to an orgasm. (These guys are truly wicked! They've bound me so tightly, and targeted... that spot...) Her wrists, arms, chest, neck, waist, and lower body were all bound and secured by multiple layers of black steel ropes. Duwana's upper body was now like a tightly wrapped dumpling. The ropes were interconnected, sharing the tension, and no matter how she struggled, she could never break free. Moreover, if she struggled with her hands, it would simultaneously tighten the rope around her lower body, the noose around her neck, and the bindings on her chest and waist, directly impeding her breathing, causing chest tightness and pain in her vulva, thus preventing Duwana's resistance. She could only be bound tightly and obediently. This severe binding method was a special invention of the Kingdom of Clara's pursuit team, specifically designed to exploit women's weaknesses. (These humans have bound me so securely...) The binding of Duwana's upper body was complete. Next, the soldiers targeted her long, black-stockinged legs. The soldiers roughly spread her legs apart, exposing her rosy honey-pussy. This action made Duwana blush with embarrassment, thinking these humans intended to do something indecent to her. "You... what are you going to do!" Duwana struggled with all her might, her small black-stockinged feet kicking in the air. But she had been drugged and was completely devoid of strength, naturally unable to resist the control of several strong soldier men. The soldiers brought her legs together, forcing Duwana to sit cross-legged, and crossed her black-stockinged ankles. Then, they took a bundle of black steel rope and swiftly bound her crossed, black-stockinged feet. Duwana was somewhat confused. She had never seen such a binding method before. (What kind of binding is this? I've never seen it. It's so novel.) Afterward, the soldiers took the same binding rope and directly connected the loop around her ankles to the noose around her neck, reinforcing it with spiral knots in between. This forced Duwana to hunch her back and lower her head. The rope connected her neck and ankles, leaving her only able to sit cross-legged, unable to even lift her head. "Mmmph? This pose, it's too shameful..." (What kind of binding is this? My back aches so much, I can't even lift my head like this.) This was a unique binding method for escorting prisoners, invented by the Krall Kingdom's punitive expedition. It forced prisoners to sit hunched over, their limbs aching and weak. The rope around their necks was connected to their ankles, forcing them to keep their heads down and preventing any struggle. Any excessive resistance would tighten the rope around their necks, causing suffocation and discomfort. Their ankles were also tied securely to their necks, making it impossible to stand. Experiencing this tight and restrictive binding for the first time, Duwana's world opened up. While feeling shy, she inwardly marveled, (I didn't expect these humans to be so... playful...) (No, no, what am I thinking? I've been captured! I need to break free quickly.) Duwana attempted to struggle, trying to use her neck to directly snap the spirally reinforced rope connecting her neck and ankles. But as soon as she exerted force, the tension transferred along the rope, causing her to fall backward. This exposed her honeyed orifice and daisy, while a constricting pressure on her neck made breathing difficult. "Ahhh!" Seeing her own shameful posture, Duwana frantically tried to sit up. But in her struggle, she had already flipped over. Her back was hunched, her legs crossed, and her bound ankles were tied to her neck. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get up, her face flushing with embarrassment. "Wuwuwu... Someone help me up." Several guards who had bound her burst into laughter at Duwana's comical sight, her struggles having exposed her lustful orifice to the sky. "Hahaha, is this really the World-Ending Demon Dragon? She's so stupid." "Tamed now, are we? This is our original binding method, specifically for brainless, strong, stupid female dragons like you!" Hearing the humans' mockery and taunts, Duwana grew anxious but could only thrash her black-stockinged, jade feet, which were already crossed and bound. Lying on her back on the ground, she could do nothing else. "Stop playing around. Quickly put on the magic-sealing collar and the forced-open mouth gag." Captain Arthur, unable to watch any longer, helped Duwana up. Arthur untied the constricting chain around Duwana's neck, then took out an alloy-made magic-sealing collar and placed it on her. This collar was enchanted by the Krall Kingdom's court archmage and was effective at suppressing the magic of top-tier beasts and powerful mages. This way, even if the effects of the drug wore off and Duwana's magic recovered, she wouldn't be able to wield it. A chain was attached to the collar for easy escorting. With the collar on, Duwana looked even more pitiable. The once powerful World-Ending Demon Dragon was now like a pet human, leashed and collared. Duwana felt immense shame. Coupled with the full-body restraint, her back was already aching, and she was powerless to break free. She decided to stop playing. She attempted a soul-escape, to leave this clone. But Duwana's soul felt trapped within this body, completely unresponsive. Now, Duwana was truly desperate. (Mmmph? What's happening? I can't soul-escape. Could it be...) As an ancient dragon who had lived for tens of billions of years and witnessed all sorts of magic and treasures, Duwana, with her vast knowledge, quickly realized what was happening. It turned out that the magic-sealing collar she had just been given not only had a magic-suppressing curse but also a soul-restricting curse. The court archmage had anticipated the possibility of prisoners or beasts escaping through soul-escape and had preemptively prepared a spell within the collar that could seal the wearer's soul. (Ahhh, this is infuriating! Damn humans, you're too cunning! You've even sealed off the possibility of soul-escape.) Duwana was truly at a loss. She was completely trapped in this clone. Now, drugged and stripped of her strength, her magic completely drained, bound by black steel ropes into a seated position, and fitted with a humiliating collar, she could only be captured by these humans and treated as a prisoner. "Alright, last step. Open your mouth, little dragon." Arthur said with a sly grin, taking out a forced-open mouth gag. The straps were made of tough beast hide, and the mouthpiece was a circular alloy device that forced the prisoner's mouth open, preventing them from casting spells or calling for help. Seeing the strangely shaped object in Arthur's hand, Duwana instinctively closed her mouth and tried to dodge. But she had no strength left to resist, bound in place and struggling to even lift her head. Seeing Duwana's lack of cooperation, Arthur roughly pried open her cherry-like mouth, forced apart her upper and lower jaws, and clamped the circular gag in place. He then tied the straps to the back of her head and locked them with a padlock. Duwana was now forced to bite down on the alloy mouthpiece with her dragon teeth, keeping her mouth open. Her soft, tender tongue was forced out of her mouth, unable to speak. "Mmph... (What is this? So shameful.)" Duwana tried to use her dragon bite force to break the alloy gag, but her current biting strength was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree. Instead, her sharp dragon teeth hurt, making a grating sound. Duwana tried to pull her tongue back into her mouth, but the circular gag pressed firmly against her tender tongue, trapping it outside. She could only stick out her pink, tender tongue to express her displeasure. "Mmph mmph mmph!" (This thing is so disgusting, I can't even retract my tongue... Oh no...) Duwana soon began to salivate as her tongue was forced out. Her sweet saliva dripped onto the ground. "Mmmph mmph mmph mmph!" (So shameful, I'm drooling!) Duwana's dragon body was a perfect creation, even her saliva was sweet and fragrant, with a hint of rose. Seeing the tightly bound, gagged dragon drooling, the soldiers roared with laughter. "Hahaha, this is too funny. The mighty World-Ending Demon Dragon is drooling." "The Demon Dragon is nothing special, isn't she caught obediently by us?" The heavy steel security gate creaked open. Duwana, still in a state of shame, lay in the prisoner transport. The guards, stifling laughter, helped the weakened Duwana to her feet. To Duwana's relief, the guards finally unfastened the ropes binding her neck and ankles. She could finally sit up, the ache in her neck and spine gradually subsiding. It was this seemingly flimsy rope that had choked her into submission, leaving her back sore. The guards then untied the ropes around Duwana's ankles, granting her temporary freedom of her feet. Duwana realized this was the perfect moment to escape. With her speed, she could easily stride away on her voluptuous, silk-clad legs. She tried to stand, but her feet wouldn't cooperate. As she exerted force to rise halfway, she stumbled, nearly falling. (Damn it, I've been bound for so long, my legs are jelly... I can't run at all...) A guard steadied Duwana and then produced a set of restraints that filled her with despair. It was a pair of shackles made of a nine-alloy metal. Unlike ordinary shackles, the thick rings were not connected by chains but by a solid alloy rod about 50cm long. Duwana instinctively tried to dodge, but the guard had anticipated her move, firmly gripping her struggling, slender ankle. The heavy alloy rings fit snugly around her silk-clad ankles, then locked into place. Arthur took hold of the chain attached to Duwana's collar and pulled her forward. "Next, I'll escort you to the Celestial Prison. King Kra will see you personally then. He's quite interested in you... after all, you're the legendary World-Ending Dragon who dared to fight the Creator God." Duwana no longer dared to imagine what terrifying restraints awaited her in the Celestial Prison. She looked at the unusual alloy shackles on her feet and tried to take a step. However, because the shackles were connected by a solid steel rod instead of a chain, she could only waddle comically like a duck, moving forward slowly and awkwardly. The steel rod restricted her every movement; she couldn't kick her legs, nor could she lift her feet high. She could only slightly lift her silk-clad feet, shuffling forward slowly. She had hoped to escape by simply running once her legs regained some strength, but now, with these leg fetters, she was trapped. Connected by the steel rod to her ankles, she couldn't even lift her feet properly, only shuffling forward slowly, let alone take strides to escape. Due to the integrated structure of the steel rod, even if she wanted to break free, it would be far more difficult than snapping a chain on ordinary shackles. The solid steel rod was welded seamlessly to the rings. Every time she exerted force with her legs, the integrated connecting structure of the rod would dissipate the energy, and with her current strength, she couldn't possibly break the steel rod. Furthermore, unlike chains, the steel rod couldn't be contracted or pulled. Her silk-clad thighs were forced apart, and she walked forward slowly in a most humiliating posture. Duwana habitually reached to cover her private parts, exposed between her thighs and not covered by her stockings, but her hands were already bound tightly behind her back with black steel ropes. Duwana could only shuffle forward slowly, her face flushed with shame. These insidious humans left her no dignity at all. (Ugh... this posture is too shameful. Humans actually have leg restraints like this? I'm so embarrassed...) With her legs held wide apart by the solid steel rod, Duwana shuffled step by step, lifting her feet only slightly, following Arthur's lead, until they reached the "Celestial Prison" of the Kingdom of Kra. This was a prison constructed entirely from reinforced concrete and specialized steel plates. A tall concrete wall surrounded the exterior, equipped with various searchlights and fully manned guards. The main gate was a combination of heavy blackthorn wood and specialized steel frames, all controlled by the gate guards using mechanical lever systems. The heavy prison gate slowly opened. Duwana, guided by Arthur's chain, shuffled into the Celestial Prison of the Kingdom of Kra with small, side-to-side movements of her feet. Once inside the prison walls, Duwana's eyes fell upon a towering black steel structure, hundreds of meters high, welded and mixed, soaring into the clouds. The exterior and interior of the tower were designed by the top designers and advanced material scientists of the Kingdom of Kra. It was constructed from the sturdiest black steel and some nine-alloy metal, ensuring that no high-profile inmate imprisoned within could possibly break through the walls to escape. The internal passages were a complex, labyrinthine network. Unless one was a specially trained jailer or authorized personnel, anyone entering would be trapped and die within. This way, even if a prisoner managed to escape their cell, they would get lost in the intricate maze of passages, quickly be discovered by the jailers, and recaptured. The prison tower had nine levels, with prisoners of varying severity confined from bottom to top. There were fallen captured female knights and female thieves caught off guard. However, this was the first time they had captured a World-Ending Dragon. The jailers inside all eyed the dragon Duwana with curiosity. She was bound at the upper body, gagged, and her silk-clad legs were forced apart by integrated steel rod shackles. "This is the World-Ending Dragon? I never thought our prison would welcome such a legendary figure." The dark dragon girl Duwana, exhausted from her prolonged struggles, found her strength depleted. The tightly interwoven ropes had rendered her every effort futile. Bound in a spread-eagle position with a steel dildo inserted into her nether regions, Duwana watched the shadow outside the cell door with apprehension. (Who is it? How does he have the key to my cell? What does he want with me?) Her silk-clad body, bound tightly, writhed as best it could. The shadow finally entered the cell, and the man removed his black hood, revealing his face. Duwana recognized him instantly. It was Captain Arthur, the one who had ambushed and captured her, leading to her humiliating public parade! (Why you? So late... What do you want.) Duwana's small dragon fangs were still trapped by the ringed gag, her small, tender tongue protruding, unable to retract. Forced open, her mouth could only emit comical "mmph mmph" sounds. "Little demon dragon, the king will take you home to his collection tomorrow. You're so tender and juicy, it would be a shame to waste you." Arthur then grinned like a pervert. He approached Duwana, who lay on the ground, spread-eagle and looking up at him. He unbuckled his belt, revealing his already erect, towering cock. Arthur's cock was now as sharp as bronze and iron. Duwana's perfect figure, accentuated by the black silk and black steel ropes, was even more alluring. No man could resist an erection. "Before the king takes you, you'll serve me well!" Seeing Arthur's ill intentions, Duwana desperately thrashed her bound, segmented body. But the ropes dug deeper into her flesh, and all she could do was roll on the ground comically. At this moment, Arthur's cock reached for Duwana's forced-open mouth, mere inches from her small pink tongue. She tried to clamp her mouth shut, to prevent Arthur's cock from entering, but no matter how she retracted her dragon fangs, she couldn't bite through the nine-alloy gag. Her tender, fragrant mouth remained open, forced to accept Arthur's cock. Arthur's fully erect cock, covered in bulging veins, touched Duwana's tender, pink flesh. The warm sensation and soft tenderness almost made him ejaculate. His cock twitched violently. Feeling Arthur's rough cock, Duwana felt disgusted and uncomfortable. The masculine scent emanating from it made her nauseous. Her small, tender tongue writhed desperately but couldn't retract, forcing her to endure being penetrated. Arthur thrust his hips, and his massive, thick cock plunged into Duwana's forcibly opened mouth, the tip directly hitting the back of her throat. "Ghhhoooohhh!" The impact on her throat sent a wave of pain and nausea through Duwana, making her feel unbearable discomfort. (You beast! I'll kill you!) She couldn't believe it. She, a world-destroying, all-annihilating demon dragon, was being orally pleasured by a mere human. This utter humiliation filled her with regret and unwillingness. Arthur reveled in the warm, soft embrace of Duwana's mouth, feeling as though he were in paradise. Such a beautiful and sexy dragon girl, reduced to accepting this humiliation beneath him, brought him immense satisfaction. Soon, Arthur began to thrust forcefully. His hard cock repeatedly slammed against Duwana's sensitive, tender mouth. Each forward thrust pressed deep into the back of her throat, churning her stomach and causing her to nearly gag several times. But with her jaws held apart by the gag, she couldn't even bite through the cock tormenting her, forced to endure the repeated, deep thrusts. Duwana's eyes glazed over as she looked at Arthur, her gaze filled with unwillingness, yet perhaps a hint of enjoyment. Her helpless, violet eyes pleaded with Arthur above her. Seeing Duwana's submissive gaze, Arthur felt a surge of exhilaration, as if he were a true dragon-slaying warrior, capturing the demon dragon and forcing her to submit. Duwana's incredibly tender mouth and beautiful body made Arthur ejaculate quickly. After more than ten minutes of repeated deep thrusts, Arthur's body convulsed as if electrocuted. His cock surged with even greater force into Duwana's sensitive mouth, and the cloudy white fluid from its tip shot out, filling Duwana's esophagus. "Ghhhoooohhh!" (Ugh... so unwilling... such a disgusting taste...) The steel phallus, deeply inserted into Duana's nether regions, rapidly pulsed, generating immense vibrations that left the already exhausted Duana’s lower body numb and her legs weak. Duana’s body, encased in black stockings, collapsed onto the ground. "Mmph mmph mmph!" (Damn it, this thing is vibrating now, I'm finished, mmph mmph mmph...) Duana's black-stockinged feet kicked wildly, but the restraints of the black steel ropes held her fast, preventing any escape. Her nether regions began to ache from the continuous, maximum-intensity phallic vibrations, and dragon lust fluid slowly started to seep out. Duana’s internal lust fluid was abundant, and the dragon’s淫水 (yínshuǐ - lustful fluid) gushing from the slit of her honeyed orifice quickly pooled on the floor. The King, at this moment, also caught the unique rose fragrance and sweet scent of Duana’s 淫水. "Found her." Zack, leading a large contingent of guards, followed the scent of Duana’s leaking 淫水. They soon found Duana, bound by ropes in a corner, her legs trembling and cramping, her lower body a mess. The spiral staircase was right beside her; if she had held out for just one more minute, she would have successfully found the stairs and escaped. But Zack’s timely activation of the vibrator had become a divine weapon to capture her. Duana frowned slightly, her amethyst-like, crystal-clear eyes looking helplessly at the guards and King Zack who had found her. (Damn it, if this vibrator wasn't so stimulating, I would have escaped long ago,呜呜呜.) Seeing that the escaping Duana had been successfully apprehended, King Zack breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had activated the vibrator in time to subdue her; otherwise, he would have almost let this little dragoness get away. The guards quickly lifted Duana and transported her back to the prison. Duana’s escape attempt had thus failed. Re-captured, she was soon subjected to even tighter restraints. Then, her legs were bent backward again, the ropes at her ankles tightly connected to the binding ropes at her wrists behind her back. Once again hoisted up by her hooves, Duana weakly swayed her tightly bound wrists and bent ankles. Her black-stockinged feet kicked futilely back and forth. "Damn demon dragon, you escaped last time even when tied in the 'four-horse spread' position. This time, I must use even harsher methods!" (What? There are even tighter methods? I can't escape now, noooo!) Ignoring Duana’s still-flailing black-stockinged feet, several guards directly reinforced and tightened the connecting ropes between her wrists and ankles on her back. Then, they used a rope to tie her to the ceiling, connecting it with black steel chains around the rope to ensure it wouldn't break. Thus, Duana, restrained in the 'four-horse spread' position, was now suspended in the air, her body not touching the ground, with no leverage whatsoever. Even so, Duana attempted to struggle by tensing her entire body. The result was merely spinning in place while suspended in the air. Hanging in the air with no leverage, the force generated by Duana’s core was completely unable to be transmitted. She couldn't brace herself against the ground as she could on the floor. All her struggling force was absorbed and dissipated by the reinforced connecting rope that suspended her. The demon dragon girl, bound like a meat roll, spun like a propeller in the air, appearing both pathetic and ridiculous. "Hahaha, you're still trying to break free even when you're hanging? Dream on." The guards mocked Duana's futile struggles. King Zack spoke at this moment, "Alright, confine her for a day. I'll come to take her away tomorrow." Then the King turned and left the prison, followed by the guards. "Enjoy your suspension in here, Miss Demon Dragon!" With a "clang," the heavy prison door was shut. In the dark cell, the pitiable Duana was suspended in the 'four-horse spread' position. Her muscles, encased in black stockings, were still numb and trembling from the full-force vibrations of the steel vibrator. The ring-shaped gag, forcibly opening her mouth, still held Duana’s small mouth wide open. She could only watch helplessly as she was suspended away from the ground, her four limbs dangling in the air with no place to exert force. Sweet rose-scented saliva continuously flowed from her mouth, trickling down her soft, pink tongue onto the floor. (呜呜呜... Damn vibrator, I was so close to escaping.) Thus, Duana, having missed her chance, failed to escape, was re-captured, and subjected to even tighter restraints. The continuously flowing saliva and the phallus deeply lodged in her dragon cave constantly reminded her of her current pathetic and unbearable state. The proud demon dragon could only endure the humiliation of the tight ropes and the forced drooling from the gag. The next morning, the prison door was opened, and King Zack arrived to take his "pet demon dragon" home. Duana, exhausted from a full day of 'four-horse spread' suspension and depleted of energy from her previous escape attempt, had fallen asleep. Sunlight streamed through the steel mesh, illuminating Duana’s fair face, making her appear exceptionally beautiful. Even with her mouth forced open by the gag, her sleeping posture was still as cute as a young girl's. Her breasts, as large as cantaloupes and clad in black silk, were immense. Her arms were folded at her sides, upper arms pressed against forearms, elbows clamped tight, completely immobilizing any struggle. Her folded, jade-like arms were encased in restraints, secured by three straps and locked with black steel padlocks. The restraints were crafted from the toughest parts of the hides of three supreme beast kings: the North Sea Demon Crocodile, the Abyssal Giant Serpent, and the Dense Forest Demon Bear. This fusion created a material of unparalleled resilience and strength, capable of withstanding repeated force and pulling without deforming. The stitching was done with threads spun from celestial silkworms, and all seams were reinforced with multiple layers of tight stitching, ensuring the restraints had no weak points. They were among the top restraint devices painstakingly created by King Zack's entire kingdom, custom-made by royal artisans specifically for powerful demon dragons like Duwana. Her hands were forced into fists, clenched within form-fitting fingerless leather gloves. Her small, pink fists were secured to her black-silk-clad shoulders, then pulled back and fastened to crossed straps behind her back. The material of the gloves and straps was identical to that of the restraints on her elbows. Her upper arms were now firmly sealed within the restraints, transforming Duwana's once long, slender jade arms into two short, cute black fleshy segments, like a dog's front paws. Duwana's lower body fared no better. Her black-silk-clad legs were forcibly spread apart, thighs and calves folded, ankles pressed tightly against the roots of her thighs. From her knees to her upper thighs, they were folded and encased in the same top-tier beast hide restraints as her arms, secured by three wide straps and locked with black steel padlocks. Her once long legs, now folded and bound, became two black fleshy segments. The sturdy restraints severely limited her legs' range of motion, locking her joints and forcing her legs into a folded position. She could no longer stride with her long, black-silk legs to escape or kick. The gag on her mouth had been removed, replaced by a more secure horse-bit muzzle, also made from top-tier beast hide. It covered Duwana's mouth, with straps extending from the left, right, and top, wrapping around her cheeks and over her nose to be tied at the back of her head and secured with a black steel padlock. Her mouth was a removable opening, within which was the same nine-alloy forced-open device. Duwana's small, cute dragon teeth were held in place by a circular mouth ring. However, this horse-bit muzzle also had a stopper attached by a fine chain. The stopper contained a 20cm latex dragon dildo, which was currently inserted deep into Duwana's flushed, tender mouth, reaching all the way to her throat and pressing against her exposed, tender little tongue. It was tethered externally by the fine chain. With her hands and feet folded and locked in restraints, Duwana was utterly incapable of freeing herself from this muzzle and the deep-throat stopper. The nine-alloy demon-sealing collar remained around her delicate neck, her soul still locked within this clone's physical body, unable to escape. The collar's long chain dangled on the ground like a pet's leash. What caused Duwana the most shame and embarrassment was the device around her nether regions: a chastity belt forged from nine-alloy. The heavy alloy waistband was locked around her slender, black-silk-clad waist. The chastity belt had openings for the dragon's most private three orifices. However, King Zack, while Duwana was unconscious, had inserted a urethral plug and a steel dragon dildo. Duwana's virgin anus was sealed with a series of steel anal beads, with a furry tail extending outwards, making Duwana extremely shy. (What is this thing? It's like a dog's tail, I don't want it. It's not as pretty as my dragon tail.) Duwana looked at her restrained body. Her limbs were folded and shortened, like dog paws that could only wiggle back and forth. Her anus was plugged with anal beads, their long fur protruding externally like a dog's tail, filling her with shame and embarrassment. (Are they turning me into a human-shaped dog? I don't want this, I don't want this ahhh.) After a night's rest, Duwana had recovered a significant amount of strength. Although her magic was still drained by the steel dragon dildo and could not be restored, her physical stamina was replenished. She immediately began to try and break free from these humiliating, human-dog-like restraints.