The Immortal Binding: A Journey West

"You drugged me?" Xuansu asked, shocked and angry. "Not at all, not at all," the woman in red said, stepping forward slowly. She traced a finger along Xuansu's cheek. "This humble one is a 'Skin-Peeling Demon,' most adept at prying into the heart's desires. Fairy just now experienced arousal and pleasured herself, losing control of her senses. This 'Entangling Love Silk' is drawn from your own lust. The more you resist, the tighter it binds." As she spoke, the red threads coiled around Xuansu's entire body. Her hands were forced behind her back, wrists crossed, the red threads wrapping around them dozens of times, biting into her flesh. The silk continued upwards, over her shoulders, crossing in front of her chest, and then... "No!" Xuansu cried out. The red threads precisely wrapped around the two points on her chest. Those points, already erect from the lingering effects of the poison, now swelled and hardened as the silk tightened. The threads circled her areolas three times, then tied a knot at each nipple, a small copper bell hanging from each knot. "Jingle..." Whenever Xuansu moved, the copper bells rang out with a clear sound. "This bell is called the 'Bell of Shame.' The more Fairy struggles, the merrier it rings," the Skin-Peeling Demon said with a smile, her fingers sliding down to lift the hem of Xuansu's inner garment. Her slender jade legs were exposed in the candlelight. Xuansu desperately tried to press her legs together, but the red threads had already coiled around her ankles. The Skin-Peeling Demon, unhurriedly, spread Xuansu's legs apart into an M-shape, binding each ankle to a bedpost. This posture left her private parts completely exposed. "Fairy's jade gate is exquisitely beautiful," the Skin-Peeling Demon murmured, leaning in to examine it closely. Xuansu was overcome with shame and rage, turning her head away. But the Skin-Peeling Demon reached out, pinching her chin and forcing her to look. "Watch. Watch closely how you are being defiled." The red threads continued their journey, moving upwards from the inner thighs, converging at the juncture of her legs. Then came the most humiliating part – a single thread was drawn into her crotch, rubbing directly against her labia, moving up and down. "Ah!" Xuansu's entire body trembled violently. The thread seemed alive, sliding along the flesh, sometimes lightly touching her clitoris, sometimes probing into her opening. Each touch sent a wave of tingling pleasure through her. "The Entangling Love Silk amplifies your senses," the Skin-Peeling Demon whispered in her ear, her breath warm against her skin. "Now, the sensations in your lower body are ten times stronger than when you pleasured yourself earlier." It was indeed true. Xuansu felt as if her lower body was no longer her own. Every friction of the silk sent an electric current surging up her spine. Her flower bud contracted involuntarily, secreting more nectar, making the silk gleam wetly. "See, your body is quite honest," the Skin-Peeling Demon said, dipping a fingertip into the fluid and holding it up for Xuansu to see. The liquid was crystal clear, with a faint, sweet fragrance – the Jade Dew unique to the Innate Yin body. Xuansu closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. Seven hundred years of cultivation, seven hundred years of reputation, all ruined today. Seeing Xuansu close her eyes and weep, the Skin-Peeling Demon became even more excited. "Fairy is even more beautiful when she cries," she licked the Jade Dew from her fingertip, a red glow flashing in her eyes. "A direct disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerate, with the Innate Yin body... what a delicacy this primordial yin must be..." "Master, please calm yourself," Yan Ling said with a wry smile. "The records state that the rules for the Peach Blossom Banquet are as follows: Male immortals entering the banquet must expose their lower bodies to display their virile energy. Female immortals must attend bound, meaning they must tie themselves with immortal ropes or be bound by companions before they are qualified to enter the Jade Pool Golden Palace." Bound by themselves... or by others... Xuan Su imagined the scene: thousands of female immortals, some with their hands tied behind their backs, others with ropes cinched by maidservants to create cleavage and expose their vulvas, all entering the Peach Blossom Banquet with graceful steps. Meanwhile, the male immortals on either side would stand with their naked phalluses erect, their gazes sharp, passing judgment... A heat flared in her groin again. Yan Ling continued to recount, "At the beginning of the Chen hour, the South Heavenly Gate opens. The first to enter is the immortal Chang'e." "Chang'e arrived on a moon wheel, her robes as white as snow, her dark hair unbound. However, upon closer inspection, her wrists were adorned with jade shackles, connected by a chain, allowing only her forearms to move. Around her neck was a golden collar, from which a chain hung, its end held by a rabbit-headed boy, who was none other than the transformed Jade Rabbit." "Even more astonishing, Chang'e wore a transparent silk ribbon around her waist, which passed through her vulva and was tied in a knot behind her buttocks. Seven bright pearls were strung below the knot. With every step the Jade Rabbit took, pulling the chain, the pearls would strike Chang'e's buttocks, making a tinkling sound. Chang'e's face was veiled by a thin gauze, revealing only her eyes, which seemed to hold a mixture of shyness and resentment, yet her steps were steady as she walked directly into the Jade Pool." Xuan Su was deeply shaken. Chang'e! The immortal from the Moon Palace, a renowned beauty of cold elegance in the Three Realms, being led by the Jade Rabbit like this? That transparent silk ribbon passing through her vulva... what kind of friction must she experience when walking? Yan Ling seemed to sense her thoughts and added, "The record also includes a drawing. Disciple... Disciple will conjure it for Master to see." She formed a hand seal and pointed. A faint projection appeared above the campfire. In the projection, it was indeed Chang'e's likeness: her hands were shackled in front of her by jade shackles carved with laurel patterns. The golden collar around her neck resembled a dog's collar, and the chain was held by the Jade Rabbit. Most humiliating was her waist, where the transparent silk ribbon, three inches below her navel, dug deeply into her labia, clearly separating the two tender flesh petals. It then passed through her gluteal cleft and was tied at the base of her spine, with seven pearls hanging below the knot, striking her anus with each step she took. Xuan Su turned her head away after a single glance, but that glimpse was clear enough. She could even see that the two flesh petals of Chang'e's vulva were slightly everted due to the pressure of the silk ribbon, revealing the tender, red flesh within, glistening with dewdrops of liquid. "What happened next?" her voice trembled. "After Chang'e took her seat, other immortals entered in succession." Yan Ling continued her narration, and the projection shifted accordingly. "The Third Princess of the East Sea Dragon Palace was bound in a 'sea serpent coiling around a pillar' style – her hands tied behind her back, her legs bound together, her entire body coiled like a serpent around a crystal pillar. The rope passed through her cleavage, tied in knots at each nipple, with pearls hanging below. The rope then wrapped around her inner thighs, digging into her vulva, and a golden ring was threaded through her clitoris, with small shells attached to the ring. A shrimp soldier held a coral branch and lightly scraped her clitoral ring, causing the Third Princess to tremble all over, and the pearls on the pillar to jingle." In the projection, the Dragon Girl's skin was as white as snow. As she coiled around the crystal pillar, her snowy buttocks and breasts pressed against the pillar, deforming under the pressure. The shrimp soldier used the coral branch to tease her clitoral ring, and she arched her head, moaning, her honeyed orifice gushing clear love fluid that flowed down the crystal pillar. "The Hundred Flowers Immortal, accompanied by her twelve flower spirits, were all bound in a 'flower bouquet' style – the twelve women stood back-to-back in a circle, ropes passing through each woman's vulva and tied in a knot in the center, forming the flower's heart. The Hundred Flowers Immortal was at the center, her legs spread wide, her vulva facing upwards. An immortal boy held a jade pot and poured nectar into it, which flowed directly into her uterus. As the nectar was poured, the twelve flower spirits simultaneously climaxed, their fluids spraying forth, truly like a hundred flowers blooming." The projection shifted, showing twelve flower spirits of varying appearances, naked and embracing. Each had ropes passing through their vulvas, converging in the center to bind the Hundred Flowers Immortal. As the immortal boy poured the nectar, the Hundred Flowers Immortal shrieked and trembled, and the twelve flower spirits also moaned. Various colored fluids mixed with the nectar, flowing onto the ground, emitting a rich fragrance. Xuan Su's face turned red. She noticed that although the flower spirits appeared ashamed when bound, their eyes held a hazy pleasure, a look of indulgence in carnal desire. Yan Ling paused, her voice lowering further, "The next to enter was Guanyin Bodhisattva." Xuan Su's heart tightened. In the projection, Guanyin arrived on a lotus pedestal. She still wore her crown and heavenly robes, holding her pure vase and willow branch. But upon closer inspection, the hem of her heavenly robes was slit higher, revealing her entire jade leg. Around her upper thighs, a golden rope was tied, strung with seven sarira pearls. The golden bells on her bare ankles had become nine, each with a jade stone the size of a pupil embedded in its core. Even more shocking was that beneath her neckpiece, a faint red mark was visible – the imprint of a rope! And behind Guanyin followed two female attendants. "To the left was Shancai Dragon Girl, and to the right was Pearl-Bearing Dragon Girl. Both dragon girls were bound in a 'lotus seat' posture – their legs crossed into a lotus position, ropes cinched through the bends of their legs, crossing at their vulvas, forcing open their labia and revealing the tender, pink inner petals. Each dragon girl's clitoris had a golden ring threaded through it, connected by a fine chain, the end of which was held in Guanyin's hand." The projection clearly showed: Shancai Dragon Girl and Pearl-Bearing Dragon Girl were naked and facing each other, their legs crossed, their vulvas wide open. As Guanyin walked, pulling the chains, the two girls crawled behind her like puppies. As they crawled, their vulvas rubbed against the ground, leaving wet trails. Xuan Su covered her mouth, almost retching. That was Guanyin! The Bodhisattva of Great Compassion! How could she treat her attendants like this? Deep within the bamboo grove, a white jade lotus pond lay nestled. Lotuses bloomed in profusion, their leaves spread wide. Beside the pond stood a simple dwelling, built from purple bamboo, elegant and unique. Yan Ling followed the boy Shan Cai to the entrance of the dwelling. Before even stepping inside, she heard suppressed moans from within, and… the sound of a whip? Her heart tightened, and she pushed the door open. Then, she froze in place. Inside the dwelling, Guanyin Bodhisattva sat serenely on a lotus throne, her countenance majestic. However, in her hand, she held not a willow branch, but a slender, emerald bamboo whip. The whip was supple, its tip forked, and it whistled through the air with a sharp *shoo-shoo* sound. Kneeling beneath the lotus throne was a woman – it was the Dragon Girl! The Dragon Girl’s current state sent Yan Ling’s mind reeling. She was completely naked, not a stitch of clothing on her. Her hands were bound behind her back with a golden rope, the cord wrapping tightly from her wrists to her elbows. Her ankles were also bound with the same golden rope, forcing her legs apart as she knelt, her buttocks raised high. But what shocked Yan Ling the most were the Dragon Girl’s adornments. Her nipples were each pierced with a golden ring, from which hung three jade bells. A ruby was embedded in her navel, and a fine gold chain was attached to her clitoris, extending backward to connect to a chastity ring. This ring was no ordinary circle, but shaped like a lotus flower, its center inlaid with a pearl that trembled slightly with the Dragon Girl’s shudders. Even more terrifying, a jade pestle, the same emerald green as Guanyin’s whip, was inserted into the Dragon Girl’s rear. It was clearly crafted from the same purple bamboo. The pestle’s shaft bore spiral grooves and was currently rotating slowly, emitting a soft, wet *gurgling* sound. Guanyin, holding the bamboo whip, lightly tapped the Dragon Girl’s buttocks with its tip. “This whip, to strike your anger,” the Bodhisattva’s voice remained gentle, but her hand was merciless. *Crack!* The whip landed on the Dragon Girl’s fair buttocks, leaving a faint red welt. The Dragon Girl’s body trembled, and a surge of arousal fluid flowed from her moist yoni, dripping onto the ground. She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, but dared not flinch. “This whip, to strike your delusion.” *Crack!* The second whip fell, crossing the first. The Dragon Girl couldn’t help but moan, her rear pulsed faster, her waist writhed uncontrollably, and the gold chain on her clitoris jingled. Guanyin seemed to sense something and looked up towards the doorway. Their eyes met. Yan Ling saw no ripple of emotion in Guanyin’s gaze, as if the decadent scene before them was the most ordinary thing in the world. The Bodhisattva even offered her a slight smile, “Yan Ling, you have arrived.” “Bod… Bodhisattva…” Yan Ling’s voice trembled, “Dragon Girl, she…” “She is undergoing a ritual,” Guanyin stated calmly. “The Dragon Girl is spirited, her attachment to anger and delusion profound. I use the bamboo whip to strike her buttocks, and the jade pestle to open her rear, to break her attachment to the physical body. The golden ropes bind her, to break her attachment to freedom. The rings and chains adorn her, to break her attachment to shame. This is a method of compassionate salvation, breaking her attachments through extreme pleasure.” As she spoke, she delivered another whip. “This whip, to strike your attachment to shame.” The Dragon Girl finally couldn’t hold back, her head thrown back in a piercing scream. Her buttocks convulsed violently, her yoni gushed a clear, lustful fluid, and half of the jade pestle was pushed out of her rear, bringing with it a small amount of intestinal fluid. She collapsed onto the ground, her eyes glazed over, clearly lost in a post-orgasmic daze. Guanyin finally stopped. She set the bamboo whip aside, picked up a willow branch, dipped it in the water from the lotus pond, and sprinkled it over the Dragon Girl. "Esteemed fairies, I have crafted a few new implements these past days, and today I invite you to appraise them," Abbot Huiming said with a smile. The smile, which should have been benevolent under the Buddha's radiance, now only exuded a chilling dread. Xuan Su and the other two were escorted by the young acolyte to a spacious stone chamber in the center of the cave dwelling. The chamber walls were inlaid with luminous pearls, illuminating the space as if it were daytime. In the center of the room stood three peculiar artifacts: the Sanskrit Bell, the Buddha's Hand Cuffs, and the Lotus Seat. "Each of these three implements possesses its own unique marvel." Huiming approached the first artifact. It was a palm-sized golden bell, oval in shape, its surface covered with dense Buddhist incantations. The rim of the bell had a smooth, rounded protrusion, and a slender golden chain was attached to its end. "This is called the Sanskrit Bell. When inserted into the posterior, the internal mechanism will activate, causing it to vibrate incessantly. As it vibrates, the Buddhist incantations on its surface will emit chanting sounds, not from outside, but from within. Through bone conduction, it directly penetrates the soul. I once tested it on a female rogue cultivator; after listening to just an incense stick's worth of chanting, she became utterly enthralled and willingly begged me to favor her." He then moved to the second artifact. It was a pair of golden shackles, composed of two curved golden bars with a clasp in the middle, capable of securing the hands. The front of the shackles featured five small golden rings, perfectly sized to encircle each finger. Each golden ring was attached to a thread as fine as a hair, the other end of which connected to a tiny clasp that could be fastened to a nipple ring. "This is called the Buddha's Hand Cuffs. Once worn, the hands are secured behind the back, the fingers spread apart by the golden rings. The golden threads pull on the nipple rings. Any movement of the hands tugs at the nipple rings, which in turn pulls on the golden threads, stretching the fingers. The hands and breasts are thus interconnected; every movement is shared, a marvel beyond words." Finally, he approached the third artifact. It was a low, golden seat, its surface shaped like a lotus with six petals. Each petal was carved with intricate patterns, and in the center was a smooth, rounded protrusion. Huiming gently pressed a lever on the side of the seat, and the six lotus petals began to rotate slowly, each petal rising and falling as it spun, rubbing against the seat's surface. "This is called the Lotus Seat. When a woman kneels upon it, the rotating petals will rub against her perineum and her honeyed aperture. The patterns on the petals have an aphrodisiac effect, and the central protrusion—perfectly positioned to press against the clitoris—will continuously stimulate that most sensitive pearl with the rotation of the seat." After his explanation, he smiled at the three women. "Esteemed fairies, who shall be the first to try?" None of them spoke, but fear was evident on their faces. They had already experienced the potency of Huiming's "Buddhist implements" and knew his methods were far more vicious than anyone could imagine. Seeing their silence, Huiming did not get angry. He walked towards Xuan Su. "Fairy Xuan Su, as the eldest, you shall choose first." Xuan Su bit her lip, gazing at the three artifacts, her mind racing to weigh her options. The Sanskrit Bell had to be inserted into the posterior; though that area had never been explored, she surmised it would be the most concealed. The Buddha's Hand Cuffs involved pulling on the nipple rings; she already had golden rings on her breasts from Huiming, and if these threads were to tug at them, she feared she would be even more at his mercy. The Lotus Seat required kneeling upon it, but at least... no instrument would enter her body. She gritted her teeth. "I... I choose the Lotus Seat." Huiming chuckled. "A discerning choice, fairy. This Lotus Seat is indeed the most gentle of the three." He gestured for the young acolyte to lead Xuan Su to the Lotus Seat and press her down onto it. As Xuan Su's bare buttocks touched the cold, golden lotus petals, goosebumps erupted all over her body. The patterns on the petals were delicate and uneven, creating a peculiar sensation against her skin. Following Huiming's instructions, she slowly knelt down, allowing her buttocks to settle completely onto the lotus seat. Huiming adjusted her posture, parting her legs and positioning her so that her honeyed aperture was directly aligned with the central protrusion. Then, he pressed the lever, and the lotus seat began to rotate slowly. The six lotus petals turned, each rising and falling as it spun, rubbing against Xuan Su's perineum and her honeyed aperture. At first, the speed was slow, a mere gentle caress that sent a strange, ticklish sensation through Xuan Su. But as the seat's rotation gradually increased, so did the intensity of the friction. The patterns on the petals scraped against her sensitive flesh, while the central protrusion pressed and ground against her clitoris with each rotation, like an invisible finger tracing circles. "Mmm... nngh..." Xuan Su clenched her teeth, trying to suppress any sound. But the sensation was too overwhelming. The rotating petals caressed her perineum, occasionally grazing the tight entrance to her rear. The central protrusion acted like an unseen finger, circling her clitoris, deepening the pleasure with every turn. "Cunxin." he called. Ao Cunxin slowly woke, and seeing her husband, her face lit up, "Erlang, you're back?" She sat up, her nightgown slipping to reveal one fragrant shoulder. She felt no shame; after all, they were husband and wife, meant to be open with each other. But Yang Jian did not embrace her as he usually did. His gaze was heavy, falling on her chest, where the nightgown outlined the distinct shape of her nipples, clearly visible. "I was just... forging some new contraptions." Ao Cunxin blinked, "What contraptions?" Yang Jian didn't answer. He took the items from his sleeve and laid them one by one on the jade table beside the bed. Ao Cunxin peered closely. She saw a pair of silver-white rings, intricately carved with cloud patterns. Within each ring were tiny mechanisms, and along the rim of each were three barbs. A jade pestle, about eight inches long, pure white throughout, with countless fine protrusions arranged like dragon scales. A golden chain, its links delicate, with a small, exquisite clasp at each end. And a jade bead, the size of a pigeon's egg, hollow, with liquid flowing inside... Though Ao Cunxin was a dragon maiden, she was now a married woman and recognized the purpose of these objects at a glance. Her eyes widened, her face flushed with a mix of shame and pallor, "Erlang! You... where did you get these things!" Yang Jian didn't answer, merely reached out and grasped her wrist. "Husband! What are you doing!" Ao Cunxin tried to break free, but found Yang Jian's strength immense. He twisted her hands behind her back and bound her wrists with the golden chain, the clasp clicking shut! "Husband! Let me go! I am your lawfully wedded wife, how can you treat me like this!" Ao Cunxin cried out, a mixture of shock and fury, struggling desperately. The chain tightened with her struggles, biting into her flesh. Yang Jian leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Precisely because you are my wife, I share these... treasures with you." As he spoke, he picked up the pair of silver rings. With one hand he held down Ao Cunxin's struggling arms, and with the other, he unfastened her nightgown. "No! Erlang! No!" Ao Cunxin shrieked, trying to kick him, but Yang Jian pinned her thighs with his knees, rendering her immobile. The nightgown fell open, revealing her jade body. Yang Jian gazed at his wife's naked form, desire almost bursting from his eyes. His gaze swept over her breasts, trembling slightly from her struggles, their tips erect with shame and indignation, rosy as cherries. Her abdomen was flat and snow-white, the mons pubis between her legs slightly raised, and her honeyed gate tightly closed in fear... His throat bobbed. He reached out and grasped her left breast, positioning the silver ring against the nipple and gently slipping it on. "Ah!" Ao Cunxin cried out in pain. The barbs inside the ring pricked her areola, and the ring automatically tightened, clamping firmly around the base of her nipple. Yang Jian then fitted the other ring onto her right breast. This ring was not stationary; it rotated slightly with Ao Cunxin's struggles, the barbs scraping against the tender flesh of her areola, bringing waves of stinging pain and a strange, tingling pleasure. Ao Cunxin looked down and saw her breasts encircled by the silver rings, her nipples swollen and red from the constriction. Tears of shame and indignation streamed down her face, "You... you actually treat me like this..." Yang Jian did not answer. He picked up the jade pestle. He pressed the tip of the pestle against Ao Cunxin's honeyed gate, which was already slightly moist from her struggles and shame. "This is called the Dragon Scale Pestle, forged from ten-thousand-year-old warm jade. It changes with body temperature and is designed specifically for the dragon maiden's body," Yang Jian said calmly. "Cunxin, try it." With that, he thrust his hips forward. The jade pestle broke through the tight, narrow opening of her gate and slowly slid in. "Ahhh!!!" Ao Cunxin threw her head back and screamed. The pestle entered her, chillingly cold, yet the dragon scale-like protrusions on its surface scraped against the tender walls of her vagina. With every inch it penetrated, it brought a tearing, distending pain, mingled with an indescribable, inexplicable pleasure. The Dragon Scale Pestle penetrated seven inches before stopping, its tail end resting against her cervix. Yang Jian released his grip, and the pestle began to vibrate on its own, emitting a low hum. Yang Jian's gaze intensified with lust as he looked at her state. He picked up the hollow jade bead, leaned down, parted Ao Cunxin's buttocks, and pressed the bead against her rosebud. "No! Not there! Erlang! Please!" Ao Cunxin shook her head desperately. The sensation of an foreign object against her rear entrance sent her to the brink of collapse. "Fear not," Yang Jian said, his voice unusually gentle. "This bead is called the Ice-Fire Bead. It contains the energies of cold spring and earth fire. It will feel cool upon entry, then turn hot, which can relax the muscles and invigorate the channels." As his words fell, the Ice-Fire Bead pushed aside her tightened rosebud and entered her rear. "Mmmph!!!" Ao Cunxin's body tensed, her toes curling spasmodically. The bead indeed brought a wave of coldness upon entering, which then gradually turned to heat. The warmth spread from her rear to her entire pelvic region, finally merging with the vibrations of the dragon scale pestle within her honeyed cave. With the dual sensation of ice and fire, both her front and rear orifices filled and stimulated simultaneously, her mind went blank, and her consciousness began to blur. At this moment, Ao Cunxin's hands were bound behind her back with golden chains, and she was kneeling on the bed. Her breasts were encircled by silver rings, their tips hardening like red beans due to engorgement. The dragon scale pestle was inserted into her honeyed cave, its vibrations producing a gurgling sound as her arousal fluid flowed down her thighs. Her rear entrance held the Ice-Fire Bead, which emitted wisps of white mist from her rosebud as its heat intensified. Her body trembled, tears and saliva mixing, dripping onto the jade-green bed. "Erlang... you... why are you doing this to me..." she asked, weeping. Yang Jian approached, reaching out to caress her cheek. "Your husband is not trying to humiliate you. I wish to... explore the path of pleasure with you." As he spoke, he unbuckled his belt. His silver armor fell away, his inner robe opened, revealing a body of firm muscle. And the object beneath his胯, already hard as iron, its veins bulging. Seeing it, Ao Cunxin's face flushed deeper. "You..." Yang Jian leaned over and onto his wife's back, one hand grasping her left breast, his fingers toying with the silver ring, while the other hand reached between her legs, gripping the tail of the dragon scale pestle. He slowly withdrew it halfway, then thrust it back in forcefully. "Ah! You... gentler..." Ao Cunxin's waist trembled erratically. Yang Jian thrust the dragon scale pestle in and out dozens of times, feeling her honeyed cave thoroughly moistened and softened. He then withdrew the pestle and replaced it with his own flesh. "Slap—" The sound of flesh meeting flesh was crisp. "Mmmph—..." Ao Cunxin threw her head back, her long hair flying. Her husband's cock was hotter, harder, and more real than the jade pestle. The sensation of being filled made her instinctively contract, but it was stretched to its limit by its thickness. Yang Jian held her slender waist, beginning to thrust violently. Each thrust went in to the hilt, hitting her core. The silver rings on her breasts clanged with each impact, and the Ice-Fire Bead in her rear was driven deeper with each collision, its heat intensifying. "Erlang... Erlang, slower... Ah... too deep... Mmm..." Ao Cunxin's words became incoherent, unsure if it was pain or pleasure. Yang Jian simply buried his head, his mind replaying the images he had just seen through his heavenly eye—Xuan Su pierced by wind ropes and losing control of her bladder, Yan Ling hanging upside down with her yoni gaping wide. Those images stimulated him, and he imagined his wife beneath him as those bound female immortals, his cock growing even harder. "Slap! Slap! Slap—" With a flick of his finger, a golden light flashed. With a soft "thump," a saddle about two feet high appeared in the center of the secret chamber. The saddle was entirely purplish-red, with a wide seat. The surface was covered in a layer of soft, silken velvet. On each side of the saddle were two silver chains, each ending in a clasp that could secure a person's legs. And in the very center of the saddle stood a thick, pink phallus. The phallus was about seven inches long and two inches thick, entirely pink and tender, its surface covered in intricate runes. Most bizarrely, it seemed alive, pulsing up and down, twisting left and right like a living snake seeking an entrance. The base of the phallus was wide, tapering to a fine tip. As it twisted from different angles, a thin layer of transparent fluid could be seen coating it, emitting a strange fragrance. "This object is called the Bliss Saddle," the Jade Emperor said, walking to the saddle and reaching out to stroke the writhing pink phallus. "It is a celestial artifact I personally refined for you. This saddle can sense the rider's body temperature and heartbeat, automatically adjusting the phallus's size and speed until it brings you unparalleled bliss." He turned, looking at the Taiyin Star Lord, who was slumped on the ground. "Come, Star Lord, try it." Seeing the constantly writhing pink phallus, the Taiyin Star Lord's eyes widened in fear. She shook her head repeatedly, emitting muffled whimpers, and pushed herself backward on the ground, trying to retreat. The Jade Emperor, however, merely smiled. He walked unhurriedly to her, bent down, and scooped her up in his arms. "Mmmph! Woo woo!" The Taiyin Star Lord struggled in his embrace, kicking her legs wildly, but how could she escape the Jade Emperor's grasp? The Jade Emperor carried her to the Bliss Saddle, placed her upon it, and positioned the constantly writhing pink phallus at the entrance of her honey hole— "Mmmph!" The moment the pink phallus touched her orifice, it seemed to find its home and automatically burrowed inward! The thick phallus stretched open her tight, narrow hole, inching into her body. The twisting sensation was like a living snake writhing within her, causing the Taiyin Star Lord to tremble violently, her cries becoming indistinct whimpers. The Jade Emperor folded her legs, securing her ankles with the silver chains on either side of the saddle, rendering her immobile. Thus, she was completely fixed upon the Bliss Saddle, like a lamb to the slaughter, utterly unable to resist. Her anus already held a white jade dildo, and now her honey hole was filled with the pink cock. Both orifices were filled simultaneously, the two phalluses pressing against each other within her body, stretching the thin wall between her vagina and rectum to its limit, as if to tear her apart from the inside. The Taiyin Star Lord threw her head back, whimpering, tears streaming down her cheeks. But the fluids from her honey hole, against her will, flowed out in ever-increasing amounts. The Jade Emperor snapped his fingers lightly, and the Bliss Saddle began to rock back and forth. The rocking of the saddle caused the Taiyin Star Lord's body to sway with it. As her body moved back and forth, the pink phallus inserted into her honey hole began to thrust in and out within her. Even more terrifyingly, the phallus grew thicker as it was thrust, expanding from its original two inches in girth to nearly three inches, stretching her already tight honey hole to its absolute limit. "Mmmph! Woo woo! Mmm mmm mmm!" The Taiyin Star Lord trembled violently. The pain of being forcibly stretched mingled with pleasure, pushing her consciousness to the brink of collapse. Her body writhed and struggled on the saddle, but the chains held her firmly in place, preventing escape. The pink phallus inside her writhed, twisted, and rotated, each movement precisely striking her most sensitive spots—her clit, her G-spot, the sensitive bands at her vaginal opening… missing nothing. The rhythm of the Bliss Saddle was not fixed; it varied in speed and depth. Sometimes, it would suddenly accelerate, driving the phallus into her honey hole dozens of times, drawing out her fluids and splattering them everywhere. Other times, it would slow down, withdrawing the phallus slowly, leaving only the glans lodged at the opening, before suddenly thrusting deep into her core, causing her body to convulse. Under the torment of the Bliss Saddle, the Taiyin Star Lord's consciousness began to blur. Saliva dripped from her mouth, trickling down her chest through the gaps in her breasts. Tears flowed incessantly, wetting her cheeks. Her body bounced on the saddle, her pair of breasts, bound into four petals by thin ropes, swayed in the air, the dark bells on their tips jingling. And the pink phallus inserted into her honey hole seemed to possess inexhaustible energy, thrusting tirelessly. Each thrust drew out a wave of transparent fluids, wetting a large patch of the saddle's velvet. In just half an incense stick's time, a clear stream of liquid gushed from beneath the Taiyin Star Lord's crotch, flowing sparsely down the saddle. It wasn't arousal fluid; it was her urine, lost in the throes of extreme pleasure. The pale yellow liquid flowed down the saddle's leather, dripping onto the floor, forming a small puddle. Seeing this, the Jade Emperor burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Star Lord, what do you think of my Bliss Saddle? It seems you are enjoying it immensely, you can't even hold your urine." Next, silk threads were passed under her armpits, crossing and winding around her chest. The silken strands constricted her full, jade-like breasts, forcing the flesh to bulge high, spilling out from the gaps in the threads. The maids then wrapped dozens of coils around the base of each nipple, causing the tender, pink buds to swell and engorge, protruding like two ripe cherries. Then, they produced two small silver clips and attached them to her nipples. The silver clips pinched tightly, causing a sharp sting, but this quickly transformed into a peculiar, tingling sensation that spread throughout her body. Following this, the threads descended, wrapping around her waist and tied in a butterfly knot at her flank. The threads continued downwards, encircling her thighs and calves, making her long, slender legs appear even straighter and more delicate. Her legs were spread apart at the knees and secured to the posts of the bed on either side, leaving her honeyed entrance completely exposed. Next, the maids brought out a thick jade dildo. The dildo was about eight inches long and as thick as a child's arm, entirely pearly white, etched with fine runes that emitted a faint luminescence. The maids dipped the jade dildo in lubricating oil, aimed it at Xuan Su's honeyed entrance, and slowly inserted it. "Mmm—!" Xuan Su let out a moan as the thick jade dildo stretched open her tight, narrow passage, filling it completely and causing a sensation of distended pain. After the first dildo was inserted, the maids took out another, slightly thinner jade dildo. They also coated it with oil, aimed it at her anus, and slowly inserted it. "Ngh—!" Xuan Su moaned again as the dildo entered her rear, bringing a strange, tingling sensation. With both dildos inserted, the maids then produced a special gag. Unlike ordinary jade walnuts, this gag was shaped like a miniature phallus, about the size of an egg and three inches long. It had a rounded glans at the tip and a ring at the base. The maids inserted the gag into Xuan Su's mouth, the faux phallus pressing against her throat, causing discomfort but preventing her from spitting it out. Then, they used a silk ribbon to secure the ring at the back of the gag to the back of Xuan Su's head, making it impossible for her to expel the gag. Having completed these preparations, the maids retreated to the side, leaving Xuan Su alone, naked, and tightly bound to the purple sandalwood bed. Her current position was one of extreme shame: lying supine on the large bed, her hands bound behind her, her legs spread and secured to the bedposts, her honeyed entrance and rear filled with jade dildos, and her mouth stuffed with the faux phallus. She was completely immobilized, able only to lie still and wait for the arrival of the Eldest Princess. Her heart pounded rapidly, unsure of what would happen next. Although she had experienced countless instances of being bound before, those had been forced upon her, captured by demons. This time, however, she had been captured by mortal women and delivered to the Eldest Princess's bed for her amusement. This realization filled her with an unprecedented sense of shame and humiliation. But she also knew that resistance was futile at this moment; she could only surrender to fate. Xuan Su lay on the bed for about half an hour. Under the stimulation of the devices, her body gradually began to react. Her nipples, pinched by the silver clips, felt both numb and itchy. Her honeyed entrance was completely filled by the thick jade dildo, its surface covered in fine protrusions that rubbed against her sensitive vaginal walls, causing waves of tingling pleasure. Her rear was occupied by the slightly thinner dildo, which had been slightly rotated upon insertion, delivering an unprecedented, peculiar ecstasy. Her body began to heat up, her breathing grew rapid, and her honeyed entrance started to secrete warm fluid that flowed slowly down the base of the dildo, wetting the brocade beneath her. Her consciousness began to blur under the stimulation of the devices. Just as she was about to lose consciousness, the doors to the bedchamber were pushed open. A soft sound of footsteps approached, accompanied by a faint scent of sandalwood. The Eldest Princess entered. The Bull Demon King's fingers, though rough, moved with surprising gentleness. He took another length of rope and crossed it over Yu Luo's chest, looping it around the base of her two full breasts before bringing it back around her back and tying another knot. The rope was pulled tight, causing her already ample flesh to bulge even higher, as if threatening to burst through her clothes. "Mmm..." Yu Luo let out a soft moan. The rope tightening around the base of her breasts sent a tingling sensation through her, making her body tremble uncontrollably. The Bull Demon King then wrapped the rope around her waist, tying a knot at her side. Next, he threaded the rope between her legs, tightening it around her hidden honeyed cleft before pulling it taut behind her back. As the rope pressed against her honeyed cleft, Yu Luo's body stiffened for a moment before going limp. Her cheeks were already flushed crimson. Having been rescued from the sea of fire by the Bull Demon King that day and night, and then tenderly cared for by him, her heart had long since been given to him. Though bound by the rope now, she felt no fear, but rather a subtle anticipation. The Bull Demon King turned her back over, letting her lie on her back on the bed. His gaze fell upon her breasts, which bulged high from the rope's embrace, and his eyes gradually grew hotter. He reached out and gently unfastened the front of Yu Luo's clothing. Her pair of tender, white breasts sprang forth like jade rabbits breaking free from their restraints. Perhaps due to postpartum engorgement, they were even fuller and more erect than before, and her areolas appeared more vibrant. The Bull Demon King's gaze intensified. He reached out and gently touched her rosy nipple with his fingertip. Yu Luo's body jolted, and a faint whimper escaped her lips. "Mmm... so sensitive..." The Bull Demon King grinned. He then took two small silver bells from the wooden box, each attached to a delicate silver chain. He gently wrapped the silver chain around Yu Luo's nipples and then fastened it with a small clasp. The silver chain loop snapped precisely at the base of her nipples, tightly constricting them. He then took two butterfly clips and gently clamped them onto her nipples. The butterfly clips applied a moderate pressure, just enough to stimulate her nipples into a tingling, erect state. Afterward, he picked up the two silver bells and hung them from the loops below the butterfly clips. He gave them a gentle flick, and the bells emitted a clear, melodious "ding-ling" sound. Yu Luo's body trembled slightly with each chime, and the bells rang even more crisply. "Mmm... what are these things..." Yu Luo murmured, a mix of shyness and playful annoyance on her face, not daring to look at him. "These are gifts from an old friend of mine. He said they're called 'boudoir artifacts'," the Bull Demon King grinned, reaching out to grasp one of the bells and gently shaking it. "Yu Luo, do you think... they sound nice?" The sound of the bells seemed to possess a strange magic. Yu Luo felt her heartbeat quicken with each chime, and a warm liquid began to secrete from her honeyed cleft. She was too embarrassed to look and buried her face in the pillow. Seeing her arousal, the Bull Demon King took out the gag with the gold trim. The gag was about the size of an egg, round and smooth, with a small hole in the center, emitting a faint scent of sandalwood. "Come, open your mouth," the Bull Demon King coaxed in a low voice. Yu Luo hesitated for a moment, then finally, obediently, opened her mouth. The Bull Demon King slowly pushed the gag into her mouth. The gag perfectly filled her mouth, preventing her from closing it, and she could only emit muffled "woo-woo" sounds. The Bull Demon King then took the gag's strap and tied it tightly behind her head. Yu Luo's tongue was pressed down by the gag, rendering her unable to speak, only able to make woo-woo sounds. With the gag in her mouth, she could taste the sandalwood scent and involuntarily let saliva drip from the corners of her mouth. The Bull Demon King admired her current state – her flushed cheeks, the gag in her mouth, her eyes filled with desire, the silver bells on her chest swaying gently with her breath, their pleasant chiming echoing in the chamber. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing grew heavy. He then took out an anal plug from the wooden box. It was a small, round plug carved from white jade, with a red ruby inlaid at the tail. He looked at Yu Luo and said in a low voice, "Can... I try this?" Yu Luo, gagged, couldn't speak. She could only shake her head, her eyes pleading. But the Bull Demon King was already committed. He took out a bottle of lubricant, dipped his finger in it, and gently applied it to the entrance of Yu Luo's honeyed cleft and her anus. Yu Luo's body trembled slightly, and she made woo-woo sounds, unsure if it was resistance or acceptance. The Bull Demon King dipped the white jade anal plug in lubricant and, aiming for Yu Luo's tight, compact anus, slowly pushed it in. "Mmm—!" Yu Luo's body arched sharply, and a trembling groan escaped her lips. The white jade plug slid into her body. The cool sensation sent goosebumps all over her skin, but gradually, as the jade plug warmed with her body heat, it brought a feeling of fullness. Seeing that she wasn't resisting too strongly, the Bull Demon King slowly pushed the entire anal plug in. The ruby at the tail of the plug nestled perfectly at the entrance of her anus, looking like a red gem embedded in a hidden place. He then took out a jade dildo. The dildo was about eight inches long, of moderate thickness, with a rounded tip and a flat base, shimmering under the light. "Little lady... this is the last one..." The Bull Demon King picked up the jade dildo, lightly touched it to Yu Luo's already moist honeyed cleft, and then—slowly inserted it! "Woo—!" Yu Luo's body trembled violently. The jade dildo slowly stretched open her tight, narrow passage. Although her honeyed cleft was already moist, this jade dildo was thicker and longer than an ordinary penis, and the feeling of fullness was almost unbearable. The Bull Demon King began to thrust slowly, sometimes entering completely, sometimes revealing only a small section. As he thrust, uncontrollable moans escaped Yu Luo's throat, turning into a whimpering melody.