The First Part of the Bound Hell Gone Wrong: The Surik Continent

"Hmph, just a little girl after all." The two thugs, who had been subdued by Vellis, finally recovered and stood up. The three dared not relax. Two of them held Vellis down tightly, while the leader of the thugs was responsible for tying her up. The leader took out the hemp rope he had brought and bound Vellis's wrists tightly behind her back. Normally, such restraints would be sufficient to prevent the "merchandise" they had captured before from escaping. However, during the struggle, the leader had clearly sensed that Vellis was trained, but he didn't know the extent of her abilities, still viewing her as just a young girl with a bit more strength and some fighting skills. "Boss, this broad's got some serious strength. Tie her up tighter, just in case." "I know." The thug then proceeded to bind Vellis's slender arms. These arms, though appearing delicate, were capable of wielding a knight's greatsword. In fact, if Vellis wished, she could have knocked this thug unconscious with a surge of strength in her arms right now. However, considering her need to infiltrate deep behind enemy lines, she decided to willingly remain bound, curious to see where she would be taken. After securing Vellis's arms and wrists, the thug fashioned a loop of rope around her chest, connecting it to the knot behind her back. "Mmmph." The constriction on her chest caused Vellis to let out an involuntary sound. The thug then wrapped another loop of rope around Vellis's neck, connecting it to the knot behind her back and tying a secure knot. This way, if Vellis tried to struggle against the rope, any movement would affect her entire body, constricting her chest and neck, causing her to suffocate. This was to prevent her from breaking free from the hemp rope's bindings. Vellis smiled knowingly. "This level of binding, and with mere hemp rope as the restraint... once I exert my strength, the rope will snap, and I can take down their entire operation." The binding of her upper body was complete, but for a woman like Vellis, her legs also posed a threat to the three thugs. Vellis proactively extended her legs, signaling for them to be bound. "This slut is quite cooperative." "No, Second, did you bring anything stronger?" "Oh, right, I did. Here, Boss." With that, the second thug produced a pair of steel shackles from his bag. The leader took the alloy steel shackles and quickly fastened them onto Vellis's slender ankles. "What? They have steel shackles? Aren't these things only produced by national steel mills or master blacksmiths? How could a bunch of gangsters have something like this? I could easily snap the hemp rope, but I can't break through shackles made of alloy and steel with brute force?" Vellis suddenly felt she had underestimated the situation. She was likely facing a large-scale foreign slave trafficking organization, and she couldn't break free from the steel shackles on her ankles with brute force. However, Vellis quickly regained her composure. Even if her feet were shackled, she could easily break free from the hemp rope binding her upper body. Even with her legs restricted, her fists alone were enough to deal with these scoundrels who weren't even at the lowest knightly level. She would kill them, search their bodies for the key to unlock her shackles, and then proceed. "Alright, just one last step." The leader produced a leather gag with a lock and secured it over Vellis's delicate mouth, preventing her from calling for help. He then took a black blindfold and placed it over Vellis's eyes, preventing her from memorizing their secret passage and lair. With Vellis fully bound, the thugs hoisted her up and carried her towards the depths of the corner. Vellis's body was tightly bound by hemp ropes, and her ankles were shackled with fine steel. Blindfolded and gagged, she was carried into a secret room by a man in black. He threw her into one of the cages, locked it, and left. Now blindfolded, Vellis couldn't see her surroundings, but she could hear the cries of several young women nearby. She surmised they must have been abducted and brought here as well. "So pitiful, so cruel." Vellis decided to endure for a while longer, waiting for an opportunity to take them all down. After some time, a man in a suit opened the iron cage holding Vellis and placed a magic-sealing collar around her neck. Like the steel shackles, the collar was made of high-strength alloy steel, indestructible to anyone below the Duke level. It also continuously absorbed the wearer's magic, rendering them unable to use spells to escape. "A magic-sealing collar? Aren't these items only possessed by the National Mage Association? It seems this organization has a significant background." Even with the magic-sealing collar on, Vellis remained unfazed. It only restricted her magic. Without any spells, she could break free from the ropes with brute force and defeat all the villains present. A chain was attached to the magic-sealing collar, and the man in the suit used it to lead Vellis. With her shackles, Vellis took small steps, slowly following the man. Suddenly, she heard the voices of many men, shouting something. At that moment, the man in black removed her blindfold. What met her eyes were several men in the audience below, the man in the suit beside her, and next to him, three young girls with their hands bound behind their backs and iron chains around their necks. "She immediately understood what was happening. This was an auction, selling these young girls to become flesh slaves for the noble lords in the audience." Vellis knew she had to act now, or those three girls would suffer. Vellis's upper body exerted force instantly. Under her brute strength, all the ropes binding her snapped, leaving only the bewildered man in the suit beside her. Vellis landed a right hook, and the man in the suit instantly fell unconscious. Vellis grabbed the ball gag in her mouth and, with brute force, tore apart the leather straps and buckle. Just as Vellis was about to move to free the three girls, she tripped on the chain of her steel shackles. "Damn it, I forgot about this thing." Vellis then stood up and, with small steps, proceeded to untie the girls. The audience below had already descended into chaos. However, soon, many men in black, armed with weapons, rushed out from various directions. Vellis prepared herself for battle. Some of the sellers in the audience had already fled, leaving only one or two. Over a dozen men in black, wielding cleavers and iron rods, charged towards Vellis. Her feet were locked by the shackles, preventing her from moving freely. She could only rely on her fists to subdue these thugs. Although outnumbered and out-armed, Vellis was, after all, a peak Knight-level expert. Even with her feet shackled, unable to use magic, and without swords or knives, she could defeat this group of thugs with her bare fists. In less than ten minutes, all the thugs were quickly beaten to death by Vellis. Only one trembling seller remained in the audience. Vellis walked down to the stage, lifted the man with one hand, and clenched her right fist, threatening him. "Tell me, who is the leader of this trafficking organization? Besides this place, how many other locations are there for selling female slaves? If you don't tell me, you'll bid farewell to this world forever." The man instantly wet himself in fear. "Mercy, noble lady, I'll tell you, I'll tell you! We are all noble lords from the neighboring Bos Kingdom. This organization is a transnational slave trafficking ring. How would I know who their leader is? I'm just here to buy slaves. The exit is to the left of the entrance. I've told you everything I know, please don't kill me... don't kill me, I beg you!" Vellis looked at the man who had urinated himself in fear and felt a sense of helplessness. Did this kind of person even deserve to call himself a noble? Vellis remembered that she was still wearing the magic-sealing collar and steel shackles. She then asked the man, "Alright, alright, I won't kill you. But you have to tell me if you have any way to help me remove these shackles and this collar right now." "I... I don't know..." The man was so terrified that he fainted. "This guy... sigh, forget it. Let's take these three girls out first." Before Vellis could lead the three girls out, she searched the bodies of the male thugs present, but she couldn't find the keys to the shackles or the collar. She had no choice but to wear them for now and lead the girls out of this underground facility. As Vellis was leading the girls away from the place, a male voice she had never heard before suddenly echoed. "Miss, your skills are truly extraordinary. Are you looking for the keys to the shackles and the collar?" "Who's there?!" "Alright, surrender obediently. You're too strong, we can't afford to be careless," one of the men in black said, pulling a magic-sealing collar from a box and tossing it at Veliris's feet. "Put this on quickly, or this girl dies." "Damn scum," Veliris spat, both furious and helpless as she fastened the collar around her own neck. This meant she could no longer use any magic. "Good, you, get over here!" The man in black kicked one of the girls towards Veliris. "Put these shackles on her." The girl held a pair of specially made leg irons. These were as strong and durable as steel, but far heavier, designed to restrain Veliris's powerful legs. Merely wearing them would drain Veliris's stamina, making them perfect for imprisoning a knight-class powerhouse like her. With a *clank*, the heavy, custom shackles locked onto Veliris's ankles. With her magic drained by the collar and her legs bound, coupled with the exhaustion from the previous battle, Veliris was now depleted of both stamina and magic, posing no threat. "Brothers, get her!" Over a dozen men surged forward, pinning Veliris down. They produced special ropes prepared by Hans. These ropes had cores made of monster sinew, incredibly tough. Unless the force applied exceeded their breaking point, any struggle from Veliris would be futile, only causing the ropes to dig deeper into her flesh. The exterior was woven with high-strength steel wire, making them virtually unbreakable by anyone below the Duke class. Furthermore, these ropes exerted immense pressure, continuously draining Veliris's stamina. Soon, Veliris's wrists, arms, chest, waist, groin, and neck were all tightly bound. The knots were interconnected; any attempt to struggle would result in intense pain and suffocation in her chest, neck, and groin, forcing Veliris to abandon any thought of escape. They then fitted her with a gag, this time made from a special beast-hide strap, impossible for someone of Veliris's level to tear apart with brute force. A black blindfold was placed over her eyes once more. Finally, still overly cautious of Veliris's strength, the men in black tore open the black silk covering her lower body and inserted a specially designed vibrator into her tender flesh. The device was designed to detect any magical energy. Should Veliris attempt to channel even a sliver of magic to escape, the vibrator would automatically convert it into kinetic energy, vibrating intensely and overwhelming her with pleasure, thus preventing her escape. They then marked her clothing: "Grand Princess Veliris of the Kingdom of Pruse, For Sale." Veliris was truly captured now. The custom leg irons sapped her stamina and immobilized her legs. The magic-sealing collar absorbed her power, while the vibrator prevented her from using it. She was tightly bound by the inescapable, tightening monster-sinew ropes. Veliris was overcome with despair. In the end, she had saved no one. Bound like this, her initial pretense of capture had become a horrifying reality. She was helpless, a piece of meat. As the Grand Princess, with a vibrator inserted into her, about to be sold as a slave, the thought of a future devoid of hope brought tears of humiliation to her eyes. The men in black dragged her out of the underground facility and threw her into a prison cart, preparing to transport her to an unknown destination for sale. What awaited her? Would she fall into the hands of vengeful buyers, spending her life under their filthy cocks? Or... Vellith was bound and restrained, then thrown into a prisoner transport by members of an underground trafficking ring, who intended to sell the Grand Princess in a foreign land. Vellith's magic and mana were sealed by a magic-suppressing collar. She was tightly bound by special ropes, her feet shackled by custom-made fetters, and her stamina was at its limit. A specially designed vibrator blocked her nether regions, making escape impossible for the moment. A gag sealed her mouth, preventing her from calling for help. A blindfold deprived her of sight. All she could do was listen to the slave traders' conversation to understand her situation. However, after a period of despair, a flicker of hope ignited within Vellith. Although her magic was suppressed and she was bound, she reasoned that if she were sold to a nobleman, her exquisite body would surely be enjoyed, and her shackles would be removed. Her task now was to conserve her strength and escape from her captors. The carriage jolted and swayed along the rough road. Vellith sensed they were taking her out of the kingdom to sell her, which presented an opportunity. When they reached the city gates for inspection, she planned to create a disturbance to attract the guards' attention. Soon, the carriage approached the border of the Kingdom of Prus. Once through this gate, Vellith would be utterly alone and helpless. Two guards at the gate came to the carriage for inspection. One of the slave traders, a clever man, quickly restrained Vellith just as she was about to make a move to attract the guards' notice. He then placed a hood over her head and hung a pre-prepared sign around her neck, bearing the bold inscription: "Escorted Convict." "What's this? She's just a young girl?" "Calm yourself, Officer. We are secretly escorting a high-priority convict on behalf of the Royal Guard. Though she appears young, she is exceptionally skilled in combat and nearly assassinated a noble lady of our kingdom. We are transporting this female offender abroad for penal servitude." "Such a serious matter? I wasn't aware." "Ah, you are unaware because Duke Prus specifically ordered the news to be suppressed, fearing a prison break. Hence, this secret escort." The man in black casually tossed a bag of gold coins to the Prus guardsman. "Understood. Hurry along now, and try not to be too conspicuous. Such a serious offender deserves severe punishment." "Thank you, Brother Guard." "Aaaargh! I am Vellith! You imbecilic guard, once I regain my freedom, I will have you all dismissed!" Vellith's hope was dashed. The prisoner transport carrying her sped out of the Kingdom of Prus, heading towards distant lands. "Where will I be taken?" Vellith was left with only one choice: feign compliance with their demands and wait until she was sold to a nobleman to find an opportunity to break free and escape. The most crucial thing now was to conserve her strength. Vellith ceased struggling and sat obediently in the prisoner transport, awaiting her journey to an unknown destination. After several hours, the prisoner transport finally reached its destination. It was another underground slave market, located beneath a desert on the border between the Kingdom of Prus and the Kingdom of Bos. The slave traders pulled Vellith from the transport, removed her blindfold, and, gripping the chain of her magic-suppressing collar, led her step by step towards the slave auction. "Now, I can only pray. Oh, great Nine Creator Gods, please grant me a chance to escape. As a Grand Princess, I cannot simply become a mere plaything." Vellith had recovered most of her stamina, but her magic remained pitifully low. She had tried many times in the prisoner transport. No matter how much mana she accumulated, the magic-suppressing collar would instantly drain it. It seemed her current mana reserves were insufficient to break through the collar. And then there was the vibrator below; she couldn't use magic. If she attempted to use mana, the device would likely malfunction and cause damage. The man in black looked at Alice, so tender and delicate in her pink dress and white printed stockings, and his cock hardened. "Holy shit, boss, the princesses of the Kingdom of Prus are all top-tier. We haven't encountered many fine sows like this." "Shut up. Didn't you hear? The Duke wants to keep this girl alive for a reason." The man in black swallowed, "Alright, alright, let's tie her up and take her back quickly." With that, the three men in black began to bind Alice. They took out strong fiber ropes and tied Alice's soft, jade-like arms behind her back. They then wrapped several loops of rope around Alice's delicate chest, connecting them to the loops around her arms. Another fiber rope was used to fasten a noose around Alice's fair and slender swan-like neck, leading to the knot on her back. Then, three or four more ropes were used to weave a beautiful net across Alice's soft and lovely abdomen. At this moment, Alice looked as if she were wearing a beautiful rope garment, and paired with her incredibly tender and beautiful face, few men could resist. The men in black's cocks were now as hard as stone, wishing they could spread Alice's white-stockinged jade legs apart right now and pound away at her untouched little jade cunt. After the upper body was bound, the men in black took out a suction vibrator, tore open Alice's white printed panties, and thrust the vibrator into Alice's jade cunt. The man in black also felt the scent and warmth of Alice's maidenly jade cunt. After withdrawing his hand, he carefully sniffed it, savoring the lingering maidenly scent of Alice's nether regions on his fingers. Then, he took out another strong fiber rope, tied three knots, corresponding to Alice's three vital points: the urethra, the jade cunt, and the anus. He threaded it through the bottom of Alice's skirt and tightened it at the knot binding her arms on her back. This way, if Alice woke up and struggled, the rope passing through her lower body would immediately tighten, and the remote-controlled vibrator would also start to vibrate, causing Alice to climax and become so weak she couldn't break free. Next were Alice's beautiful white-stockinged legs. Although the men in black dared not defile Alice's virginity, they still fondled her white-stockinged jade legs for a long time. Unlike Veris, who often fought and trained, Alice's thighs and calves were slender. Only the roots of her thighs had some cute little rolls of fat, as Alice loved to eat cakes and ice cream, so a bit of cute fat was normal. Her little feet, encased in white high heels, were even more delicate and lovely, with tender white-stockinged soles that made one want to sin. The men in black directly took off Alice's high heels and examined them carefully. The soles were imprinted with the fleur-de-lis of the Kingdom of Prus, and the inside of the shoes was filled with the scent of Alice's maidenly little feet, as refreshing as fragrant honey. The men in black picked up Alice's high heels and sniffed them repeatedly, only putting her shoes into a sack after a long while. The men in black turned and took out a pair of steel shackles. Although the chains were not very thick, they were extremely strong and weighed five pounds. The man in black grabbed Alice's small white-stockinged foot, squeezed her slender ankle, and then locked the cold metal rings of the shackles onto Alice's ankles. He then took out seven or eight sturdy leather restraints made from rare monster hide and tightly bound Alice's thighs, knees, and calves, ensuring her legs could not be separated by even an inch before he was satisfied. He then took out the essential steel demon-sealing collar and placed it on Alice's swan-like neck, attaching a long chain for easy control and leading of the slave. Now, Alice was bound with a demon-sealing collar, her upper body tied like a crab with strong ropes, her lower body threaded with a crotch rope and a vibrator, her legs bound tightly with sturdy monster-hide straps, and her ankles fitted with heavy shackles. Even if she woke up, there was no possibility of escape. The noble Second Princess of Prus had thus become a prisoner-like slave. "All done." "Boss, your technique is truly skillful." "Of course. Now, we need to transport her back." The two men in black lifted Princess Alice together. The leader of the men in black opened a sewer passage and transported the Second Princess away from the Kingdom of Prus. Alice was still under the effect of the strong anesthetic. Where would she be transported to? "A bunch of trash!" Seeing that his personal guards were almost all dead, Koster decided to enter the fray himself. He unleashed a Fire Fist technique, a blue ghost flame in the shape of a fist, towards Olya. Olya countered with an Ice Shield to block the attack. However, the Queen, being ill, began to cough weakly after a few spells. Koster was far faster than Olya, appearing behind her in an instant and, with lightning speed, placed a powerful magic-suppressing collar around her fair, tender neck. "This is a treasure I've kept for many years, forged from the essence of a sea monster and Nine Heavens Profound Iron. Even an eighth-tier Archmage couldn't muster a shred of magic with this on. Surrender obediently." After the collar was placed on her, Olya found that it completely suppressed the vast magic within her, rendering her unable to mobilize any power. Olya's delicate hands tried to pry open the heavy metal collar, but her current strength was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree. "Damn it! Why don't you just kill me, Koster!" "I have my reasons for keeping you alive. When your two daughters see you, won't they lay down their arms and surrender?" "You! Mmmph..." Before Olya could finish speaking, Koster's reinforcements arrived. Dozens of guards surrounded Olya, throwing magic-sealing ropes that bound her neck and limbs. "Tie her up!" "Yes, sir!" At Hans's command, several guards immediately moved to bind Olya. They used specially made dragon-sin soft steel ropes to tightly secure Olya's delicate arms and wrists. They then fashioned a scale-patterned tortoise shell binding around Olya's abdomen and ample breasts, not forgetting to leave a loop around her neck. This loop would tighten and choke her if she struggled, preventing her from breathing. To ensure she couldn't form hand seals, the guards used magically adhesive, magic-suppressing bandages to bind Olya's slender fingers into small, bandaged fists, making it impossible for her to use them. Next, they produced a horse bit, locking it tightly onto Olya's beautiful face with a diamond lock, and then covered it with a mask to prevent her from pushing the gag out. "These straps are made from the tendons of top-tier magical beasts; even a knife can't cut them." Olya, already weakened by illness, felt her chest tighten and her legs go soft from the tight bindings. She nearly fainted, unable to even stand up to escape. She could only watch as the guards began binding her fair, silken legs. The guards forcibly removed Olya's exquisite crystal high heels and shamelessly tickled the soft, silken soles of her feet, causing Olya to squirm and writhe from the itch. "Stop playing around and tie her up quickly!" "Yes, Lord Koster." The guards then took out more dragon-sin soft steel ropes and began binding Olya's beautiful legs. They wrapped five or six loops around her thighs, above and below her knees, and her ankles, reinforcing the knots to ensure her fair, silken legs had no room to struggle or escape. Afterward, they smacked Olya's large, plump buttocks hard, leaving red handprints. Olya was so ashamed at this point that she wished she could kill herself. (These lecherous dogs, how dare they treat me like this! If I weren't sick, I would have turned you all into ice sculptures long ago!) Then, Koster, not entirely satisfied, stepped forward and directly took out a bundle of dragon-sin soft steel ropes. He tied the rope loops around Olya's ankles and the rope loops around her wrists together, effectively putting her in a spread-eagle position. "Mmmph!" Olya let out a sound of unwilling submission. "Save your strength, you little slut." "Oh, right, I almost forgot this." Prus reached into his pocket and pulled out a magic-absorbing vibrating rod. He tore open Olya's silken butterfly-knot panties and thrust it forcefully into Olya's tender orifice. "Mmmph-mmph-mmph!" Olya let out a stream of lustful fluids from the insertion. "Roar, you truly are a plump and juicy sow. No wonder my brother likes you so much. Your big, slutty ass and your pussy are so plump and juicy." "Mmmph-mmph!" (You beast, you pervert!) If looks could kill, Olya would have killed Koster ten thousand times over by now. However, bound like a zongzi in a spread-eagle position, she couldn't even struggle. "Alright, the final step. Sleep soundly now." Koster produced a specially made potion, a powerful sedative concocted by Lisulun, capable of incapacitating a large mammoth with a single injection. Olya struggled with all her might to dodge, but inadvertently touched the rope loop around her neck. The loop tightened, constricting her severely and causing her to nearly pass out from suffocation. In the end, the sedative was injected into Olya's bloodstream. It took effect quickly, and Olya soon fell into a deep sleep. Koster grabbed the ropes connecting Olya's ankles and wrists and lifted her as if she were a suitcase. Finally, Olya, bound tightly all over, with a rod inserted into her nether regions and a collar locked around her neck, was thrown into the underground prison of the Kingdom of Prus. To ensure absolute security, Koster dispatched his most elite guards to strictly watch over Olya's cell, ensuring that the Queen remained under his control and could not escape. Alice was currently wearing a Charlie Kingdom maximum-security prisoner's uniform designed as a miniskirt. To prevent prisoners from smuggling items or escaping, the uniform was designed as a miniskirt with no pockets. To make the act more convincing, Alice wasn't even wearing underwear. Her smooth, fair vulva was covered only by the short hem of the skirt, and the occasional gust of wind that brushed against her sensitive flesh made her cheeks flush slightly. Alice's bare, fair feet rested on the ground, making her look somewhat pitiable. "Forgive me, Miss Alice." When Alice was ready, she skillfully knelt on both knees, hands behind her back, awaiting restraint. The guards brought out specially made magic-suppressing ropes of silkworm fiber and tightly bound Alice's slender arms. They expertly fashioned a rope harness around her breasts, then tied a noose around her neck. The rope then passed through her soft abdomen from behind, cinching tightly to restrict her strength and breathing. "Ngh..." Despite being prepared, Alice still felt a sharp pain from the tightening. Next, the guards produced another specially treated silkworm fiber magic-suppressing rope, this one embedded with numerous sharp barbs. They tied three knots, targeting Alice's clitoris, vagina, and anus respectively, then yanked hard, binding them tightly to the ropes at her back. The sudden pull made Alice's tender vulva feel as though it would bleed, and she nearly cried out in pleasure. If Alice struggled with her arms behind her back, the insidious rope around her thighs would instantly tighten, driving the three knots deep into the girl's most vulnerable orifices, severely restricting her mobility. Alice's body was not as robust as her sister's. Just being bound by the ropes already left her aching all over, her legs weak. Her slender arms were red from the tight embrace of multiple rope loops. The guards then produced a fifty-pound heavy metal shackle, inscribed with magic-suppressing runes, and quickly fastened it onto Alice's fair, slender ankle. The heavy shackle bit into Alice's delicate ankle like a tiger's maw, as if it would crush her ankle with the slightest movement. Alice tried to lift her leg to walk and immediately felt the heavy weight on her foot, as well as the strong pull of the thick chain, severely restricting her stride. If she were truly a hardened criminal, she would be exhausted within a few dozen meters wearing this shackle. "...This shackle is too heavy. Can you help me take it off? Wearing such a heavy foot restraint, how am I supposed to travel all the way to the distant Moonshadow Kingdom?" Alice asked the guards with some embarrassment. "My apologies, Miss. As you know, Duke Koster's subordinates are extremely cunning. If the act isn't convincing enough, it will be exposed, and there will be no turning back. You wouldn't want your kingdom to fall, would you, Miss Alice?" "Alright..." Alice tried to struggle slightly against the ropes binding her upper body. A stinging sensation shot through her throat, breasts, abdomen, and lower body simultaneously, accompanied by a feeling of suffocation from the throat restraint. Especially the barbed rope, any significant movement would stimulate the girl's most tender and vulnerable vaginal opening. If she were a real prisoner, she would be utterly incapable of breaking free from this meticulous binding. Even a few struggles would cause her excruciating pain, leaving her breathless. The Charlie Kingdom truly had a method for dealing with hardened criminals. "Besides, we will transport you in a prisoner cart, so you won't need to walk." "Miss, this is the final step. Forgive me." A guard produced a black rubber mask. The rubber was made from the strong gel of a swamp gel monster and beast hide, making it incredibly tough and capable of withstanding extreme tearing. It also ensured sufficient breathability for the prisoner to breathe slightly. With the full-head hood placed over her, Alice's vision went black, and she lost her sight. Bound all over, shackled at the feet, a deep despair enveloped Alice. If she were truly a hardened criminal, let alone escape, this level of restraint would terrify her to death. "Miss Alice, please open your mouth. This is the last step." (Fine, to help my sister, save our mother, and the Prus Kingdom, I'll go all out!) Alice cooperated and opened her mouth. A large latex phallus was forcefully inserted into Alice's windpipe. Experiencing deep throat for the first time, Alice felt intense discomfort and nausea, nearly gagging. Then she heard the click of a facial lock securing. Thus, Alice's face was locked by the latex hood and the fake phallus. Unable to speak, unable to see, the nearly fully enclosed rubber hood allowed Alice only the smallest breaths to avoid passing out from lack of oxygen. Her upper body was also bound and restrained, unable to move. Her feet were fitted with fifty-pound alloy magic-suppressing shackles, making her a walking sex slave. (Is this how the Charlie Kingdom imprisons hardened criminals? It's terrifying.) Then, Alice felt a cold metallic sensation on her neck again. She realized she had been fitted with a magic-suppressing collar, followed by the pull of a chain, dragging her towards the prisoner cart. (In the end, I can't escape this accursed collar.) Alice thought helplessly. "We're departing, Miss Alice. Oh no, from now on, you are a maximum-security female prisoner of the Charlie Kingdom." Alice lifted her feet, adorned with the fifty-pound shackles, feeling the immense pull of the heavy chains on her feet. She walked step by agonizing step towards the prisoner cart. Once Alice was on the prisoner cart, the escort team drove the leading carriage, taking the meticulously bound and sightless Alice inside the cart out of the country and towards the Moonshadow Kingdom in the north. Meanwhile, in the dungeons of the Prus Royal Palace, Queen Olya, bound in a spread-eagle position for days, gagged, and with a vibrator inserted into her nether regions, was imprisoned in a solitary cell. She understood that her two daughters were the kingdom's last hope. Olya endured the excruciating pain in her limbs from the spread-eagle position, silently blessing her two daughters in her heart. In the Prus Royal Palace, Koster, seated on his throne, elegantly sipped red wine while listening to intelligence reports from his subordinates. "According to reconnaissance by the Prus naval fleet, an unidentified submarine has departed from the Charlie Kingdom's inner sea. Radar detection indicates it has now reached international waters and is approaching the Azure Scale Continent." "Issue an order to mobilize the fleet's torpedoes and sink this unidentified submarine." "As you command, King Koster." Koster playfully twirled his wine glass, murmuring, "Velis, I will never allow you to become a threat to our plan. Perish at the bottom of the sea with Charlie Kingdom's rabble, become bait."