Beyblade: The Evil Fall of Nymph Hermione

The maiden's silver-white hair cascaded down to her waist, adorned with a pure white maid headband. Long bangs on either side of her temples were playfully braided into cute pigtails. Her delicate and beautiful face exuded a gentle and graceful aura, possessing a pure and sacred charm. The maiden was dressed in a magnificent black and white maid's long dress. The dress featured a large cutout at the bust, leaving no room to hide her pair of full, large, and glistening jade breasts. Only a small portion of pure black fabric barely covered the upper part of her chest, revealing a deep, bottomless cleavage between her twin peaks. A single glance was enough to make one want to bury their head within it. Her delicate hands were adorned with a pair of short, black, fingerless maid gloves. Each wrist was shackled with a broken manacle, a short length of iron chain dangling beneath her jade wrists, adding a hint of lewdness to the noble and pure maid maiden. However, this was not the commander's perverse taste; it was an inherent decoration the maid maiden possessed from her creation, attributable solely to her designer. Beneath the maid maiden's slender waist, cinched by an apron, was a pure white, lace-trimmed petticoat with a high slit. The hem of the petticoat was embellished with intricate lace edging, and outside of this was a voluminous black maid's long dress. While called a long dress, it featured a high slit at the maiden's abdomen. If not for the apron barely concealing it, her black lace panties would likely be visible. The high slit exposed her slender, beautiful legs, encased in black lace thigh-high stockings, from nearly the root of her thighs. Her glistening, black-stockinged jade feet were clad in ten-centimeter black lace-up high heels. Her alluring, silken legs flickered in and out of view beneath the slit hem of the dress, exuding a mysterious beauty. Such a pure, exquisite, and gentle maiden was a member of the Royal Maid Corps, the Dido-class light cruiser: Hermione. "Ah, it's Hermione~ Didn't I tell you not to disturb me during construction? Speak, what is it?" Unfortunately, the commander was currently consumed by his obsession with constructing heavy Sakura ships and had no mind to appreciate the charming little maid before him. He asked impatiently. "Commander, I sincerely apologize for disturbing you. It's just that today is the day for the implementation of the 12-4 Mariana campaign plan. Everyone is waiting for you to lead the operation!" Hermione lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Hahaha, well then, Miss Hermione, we'll take our leave for today. You can untie yourself!" the fat boss cackled, loosening the ropes binding Hermione's fingers. He then hung a specially made pair of scissors from the end of the rope that was tied to the doorknob. The ropes binding Hermione's delicate body were impossible to untie on her own. This meant Hermione had to inch her way towards the doorknob to retrieve the scissors and cut herself free. This, in turn, meant she had to endure a long, agonizing crawl. The long rope was wedged between her legs, right in her pussy. Every tiny movement would inevitably grind against her sensitive flesh. Furthermore, her two black-stockinged legs were spread apart and bound together, knees bent. This meant she couldn't even walk, only crawl forward on her knees, the difficulty of which was unimaginable. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Hermione's mouth was stuffed with a gag, the leather strap of which wrapped around her chin, cheeks, and forehead, tightly sealing her mouth. She couldn't utter a single word, only letting out panicked whimpers. "So, we're leaving now. We'll be back to fuck you another day~! It's almost evening, and if you're missing for too long, your commander and the other shipgirls might get suspicious! What do you think their reaction would be if they saw you in this slutty, lewd state?" "Mmm?! Hmph mmmph mmmph!!!" The thought of being seen like this by people she knew sent a wave of panic through Hermione. "So, Miss Hermione, if you don't want to be discovered, you'd better hurry and untie yourself~" the fat boss said sinisterly. He and the other men then dressed and left with lewd smiles. As he opened the door, he tugged on the rope, causing Hermione to tremble and scream again.

"Enough with the sighs, hurry up and tie the little beauty!" the fat boss leered, ignoring Hermione's disgusted and resistant expression. He pulled her into his embrace, twisted her hands, which were covered by silk gloves, and began to bind them with rope. He wrapped it tightly five or six times, then tied a knot in the middle to cinch it, making the ropes resemble figure-eight handcuffs that firmly embedded themselves into Hermione's slender wrists. He then yanked her bound wrists upwards, suspending them in a W-shape behind her back, and forcefully pressed her elbows together. He continued to bind her with seven or eight ropes, not even sparing Hermione's slender fingers. He forced her fingers into fists and then wound rope around them, binding them tightly into an extreme pose resembling the "back-facing Guanyin." "Mmph! It hurts, damn it..." Hermione couldn't help but cry out in pain as her bent elbows were squeezed together. The way he bound her was incredibly severe. Even with her superior physical condition as a ship girl, her arms went numb and almost lost all sensation from the constriction. As Hermione cried out, the fat man used the rope to bind her proud, luscious breasts. He wrapped the rope around them seven or eight times, also incorporating the arms bound behind her back. Her alluring breasts were immediately constricted at their roots, swelling to an immense size. The fat man then tied two loops of rope vertically between Hermione's breasts, tightening them. The dense ropes locked her breasts like an iron band. Finally, he tied knots in the gaps between her chest and upper arms to secure and reinforce the binding, integrating Hermione's bound arms and breasts into a single unit. "Ah?!" A sharp pain shot through the roots of Hermione's breasts, and her delicate body writhed uncomfortably. Her two large breasts, swollen like balloons, bounced up and down with her struggles. The fat man continued to wrap ropes around Hermione's slender waist, which was encased in her white formal dress, creating a dense net of rope. Each rope was connected to the ones binding her chest and arms, ensuring that the restraint on Hermione's upper body was a unified whole, where a single movement affected everything. Then, he split two ropes from her lower abdomen, threading them downwards between her buttocks and cinching them tightly. "That's right, just like that! You've leaked so much! You must be close to climaxing by now!" The fat boss finally pulled out a whip and began to lash Hermione's perky buttocks. The intense pain forced Hermione to writhe humiliatingly on the wooden horse, further stimulating her body against the friction. Finally, with a high-pitched scream, Hermione's entire body began to convulse. "Hngh-mmmmmmnnnnmnnnnmnnnn!!!" "Pfft~" As expected, Hermione climaxed. A large amount of lewd nectar flowed down the triangular back of the horse and onto the floor. She continued to writhe with her legs clamped together, a feast for the eyes. After the climax on the horse, the fat boss pulled Hermione off and placed her bound, contorted body onto a table. He then hooked an anal speculum into Hermione's asshole and began to pull upwards on the chain connected to the speculum, lifting Hermione's delicate body until she was almost suspended in mid-air. "Guh-woooohhhwoooohhhwoooohhh!!!" Hermione screamed in pain, unable to stop. Only the knees of her folded, bound legs in black stockings could barely support her on the tabletop. Her high-heeled feet were bent back behind her perky buttocks, unable to exert any force. Hermione's entire body weight was concentrated on the anal hook in her rear and her two kneeling knees. Her legs were forced open to the sides. The fat boss lowered the camera, pointing it directly at Hermione's gaping, exposed pussy. "Friends, come quickly to the second event! Can you all see this slut's pussy clearly? Do you believe me if I tell you I'll make her cum and piss herself in a moment!" the fat boss said with a chuckle. He took out a thick vibrator and inserted it directly into Hermione's ravaged pussy. He turned the vibrator to its highest setting while also gripping the end of the vibrator and thrusting it in and out of Hermione's pussy.