Infinite Random Constraints - Shiv's Otherworldly Adventures

In the dim and cramped bedroom, a slightly decadent, dim purple light intertwined with seductive yet muffled moans and whimpers, forming an incredibly sensual scene along with the woman kneeling on the floor, her entire body tightly restrained. Though not tall, her slender, beautiful legs suggested a height of at least 1.67 meters. More importantly, she possessed a proud and well-proportioned figure, so perfect it was beyond reproach. However, the woman, who should have been radiant, was now utterly devoid of freedom. Across her body, wide leather straps crisscrossed, digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, causing indentations. Beneath these straps, sturdy leather leg restraints lay hidden, forcing her into a kneeling position, making it impossible to stand. In addition to this, tight Y-shaped manacles bound her arms behind her back, connecting to the waist harness. This clearly further restricted the range of motion for her arms, making even the slightest elbow movement difficult, completely stripping her of the ability to struggle or resist. As the final touches, an eye mask, a horse-bit muzzle, and a heavy collar sealed off her ability to communicate with the outside world, adding to her helplessness and despair. Aside from her unforgettable physique, judging solely by her features, all the woman's personal characteristics were erased by these severe implements. Only the five characters, Sif Kaster, engraved on the collar's nameplate, indicated her identity. These restraints were enough to extinguish all hope from a person's heart, making them obedient and submissive. Yet, the one who confined her here was not satisfied. 'He' had deliberately adjusted the angles of the straps, while still maintaining their restraining function, to make this graceful body appear even more alluring!

"Be a good girl." Catalana pressed her body against Sif's back, her arms encircling Sif's face, bringing the bit of the harness to those small lips. The mask-like gag that had previously been attached to her delicate face seemed to know what its owner was about to do, dissipating on its own before the bit was fully brought close. "Mmmph..." Why did she want to obey her so badly... Sif only realized this after she had obediently parted her lips, but it was too late to regret it now. The gag, wrapped in thick latex, had already been tightened in her mouth, forcing her jaw open and hindering her ability to speak. The structure of this gag was rather unique. The exterior used two rings connected by leather straps for fixation, also allowing the trainer to easily attach reins for controlling the little mare to the metal rings at any time. Furthermore, to prevent the gag from loosening or shifting during intense activity, a leather strap was also attached below the metal rings, providing an upward force that compelled the jaw to firmly bite down on the main body of the gag. "Guh..." Completely unable to speak... Sif's brow furrowed slightly, not just because the gag made it difficult to make a sound, but more importantly, she felt a sense of unfamiliarity with human language. Many complex words couldn't be formed in her mind at all. She didn't even need to think to guess that this was some kind of magical item, specifically designed to plunge the little mare into despair. "So cute." Catalana evaluated seriously, "I'm looking forward to it. It'll be so much fun when I lead you around." "...I'll find a way to escape tomorrow!" Despite having lost her ability to resist, Sif refused to give in, stubbornly steeling her resolve in her heart. "Don't move around too much for now." Catalana didn't install the next piece of equipment. Instead, she brought out a comb and meticulously styled Sif's hair, tying much of it back into a smooth ponytail. Only then did she bring out the most special part of the harness. This part consisted of numerous leather straps. Two of them passed through directly above the outer metal rings of the gag, looping around to the top of the head. Each was sewn with a trapezoidal flap. The narrower side was thick, and the wider side faced outwards, perfectly blocking Sif's peripheral vision, allowing her to see only what was directly in front of her. Above these vision-blocking flaps, near the top of the head for support, two leather horse ears extended, mirroring the tail that hung behind Sif, truly transforming her into a little mare awaiting training. As for the remaining strap, it simply wrapped around Sif's forehead, serving a stabilizing function. "Mmm, you look even cuter this way."

Next, they entered the nasal cavity, mimicking latex nasal tubes with a film that wouldn't impede breathing, intending to make the host smell only their own scent, completely turning them into a puppet filled with latex. At the same time, Eliza, who had left earlier, returned the same way, picking up Sif's light body again and escorting her back to the bedroom. Moreover, the living latex's actions were no longer limited to restraint. It had also learned to mimic finger movements by contracting its body, kneading Sif's waist, plump buttocks, and breasts. The movements and pressure were just right, causing her to squirm and writhe in Eliza's arms, desperately wanting the other party to stop the stimulation. Unfortunately, the living latex, which could detect the host's true desires, understood Sif's desires perfectly. Not only did it refrain from holding back, but it began to force the host's hands behind her back, moving them slowly beneath the latex, clasping each other's elbows, forming a U-shape. This restraint was undoubtedly gentler than what Eliza endured, but its restraining effect was no less potent. In this position, a person's hands had very limited strength, making it even harder to break free than seemingly unbearable restraints like straight-arm bondage. "This is too tight...!" After placing Sif on the bed, Eliza left on her own, leaving her to continue enduring the changes in restraint. Unlike the sleep-inducing sleeping bag restraint from the morning, the living latex was busy forcing Sif to bend her knees, folding her legs. "Don't think I'm easy to bully!" Sif, of course, wouldn't surrender. She immediately struggled, using all her strength to straighten her knees and break free from the latex's restriction. Unfortunately, after a period of useless wriggling, she lost her balance and the living latex seized the opportunity. With a sudden pull, her two slender legs were completely folded, and they were folded together tightly, meaning she couldn't even crawl or wriggle forward. Even Eliza had more options than her at this moment. "Haa... Mmm...!" Feeling the force around her waist, Sif struggled a few times resentfully, her soft body swaying left and right, but she could only lift slightly before being pulled back to her original position by the chains, forced to maintain this face-down prone posture. "Let me guess, you must be thinking I'm being too much, adding to your restraints like this?" Olivia chuckled as she directed the teleportation array to move downwards, settling onto the floor on either side of the bed, further tightening the chains: "As for that question~ I can certainly answer it, and I think the answer will make you very unhappy?" Hearing this, Sif realized she was about to face an even worse situation, but she was destined to be unable to change her fate, only able to wait for what was about to happen. She was naturally unwilling to give up, so her entire body, from head to toe, twisted with a slight amplitude, praying for some weak point in the connection between the shackles, though she knew herself that it was absolutely impossible. She was almost certain that these seemingly ordinary metal shackles must have used some special material, or perhaps were magical items. In any case, even if she regained her adventurer's strength, she wouldn't be able to escape by brute force. "Ah~ Bullying cute slaves always makes me very happy, especially smart ones like you. Many times, I don't need to say everything, and you naturally understand what I mean." Olivia also became visibly excited, her smile widening, her tone carrying an inexplicable sense of pressure. "But what I like even more is to restrain a slave who is smart, cute, and most importantly, unwilling to obey, in the most severe way..." As she spoke, she created another teleportation array on the ceiling, controlling the chains to descend at a perfectly vertical angle, slipping precisely into the gap between her arms and connecting to the iron ring on the back of the chastity bra. "And then? I'll be very happy to watch you slowly change your attitude, using your intelligence for other things, for example, from how to escape to how to serve your master well." Olivia pulled the chains with even greater force than before, lifting Sif's torso slightly, causing her to be subjected to force from both above and below, making it difficult for her to even exert force to struggle. But she still didn't stop.

"Mmmph! Hah... Haaah... Mmph mmph!!" Sif struggled, the constriction making it difficult to breathe. She mumbled, wanting a little more slack, but couldn't even form a single syllable. Her waist writhed ineffectually, only serving to rub the threads against her skin, intensifying her torment. The new blue threads quickly replaced the original flesh-toned ones, encasing her entire torso. The parts that mimicked skin remained lifelike; unless one looked closely, they wouldn't realize this helpless, pitiable cushion was completely bound. The cute, brand-new sailor-style swimsuit perfectly outlined her burgeoning breasts. Its snug, delicate texture, paired with white stockings, suited Sif's petite frame wonderfully. She looked utterly adorable, making one want to scoop her up and tease her mercilessly. But Gloria's restraints weren't over. Without even admiring her handiwork, she pressed down on Sif's arms, beginning to alter the position of her limb restraints. "To go with this outfit, single-hand restraints are better than a prayer bind. It fits the theme of desperate struggle and unfulfilled desire better, don't you think?" The prolonged, intricate work had clearly taken its toll. The smile that usually graced Gloria's face now looked a little weary, less radiant. "Hmph mmmph..." Relatively speaking, Sif felt a slight sense of relief. Her struggles lessened, becoming less intense than before. What she feared most was having her hands bound behind her back in a prayer bind. While the thread restraints were comfortable, that particular posture inflicted immense suffering on both her body and mind. "Mmmph..." But... when Gloria used that position before, it felt different from previous experiences. It was actually quite comfortable... Sif couldn't help but recall the sensation, the feeling of her body held taut by countless threads, even the ones encasing her fingers being meticulously stitched. A flicker of excitement and a strange tremor ran through her. *No, what am I thinking!* She snapped back to reality, shaking her head vigorously, trying to banish those wicked thoughts. "Oh? Was little Sif thinking something naughty just now?" Seeing Sif's subtle shift in expression, Gloria had a good guess, but deliberately asked with a mischievous glint in her eye, "Are you thinking that the straight-arm restraint isn't tight enough to satisfy your desires?" A faint smile returned to her lips. Her palm glided slowly up and down Sif's hands, now encased in white stockings. "You'll know once you really try to struggle. While binding your hands, I've separately wrapped each of your arms in a pair of white 'gloves.' And when I stitched them, I specifically used threads with relatively high extensibility and excellent elasticity, so..." Gloria squeezed Sif's ten fingers, which were forced into a tight fist.