grafting technique

What most people don't realize, however, is that the nose ring worn by Bai Su, legend has it, originated in the Tianzhu. The wearing of nose rings by women in the Dharma is closely related to the social status of women. In the Buddhist Republic of China, which is one of the most patriarchal countries in the world, men enjoy a higher status than women, both in the family and in the society. On the contrary, in Tianzhu, the status of women is very low, and men will treat women like livestock, not like the Chinese people as compassionate, and even spoil her spoil him. In the beginning, something like a nose ring was introduced to Tianzhu from the country of Da Food. The purpose of this thing is that people can take the nose ring through the nostrils of the livestock to tie the rope to the livestock to control the domestication of the livestock. It also symbolized absolute ownership of the animal. However, the magical men of India took the symbolism of the nose ring to the extreme. When they married their wives, they quickly put these nose rings on their women to symbolize absolute ownership. Slowly, nose rings and nose studs became one of the markers of marriage or not for the women of the Celestial Kingdom. Nose rings that penetrated the septum of a bull's nose were used to tie the bull to the barn. Nose rings piercing a woman's nose were also widely used to attach chains to keep her tied to her bed. These nose rings were so subtle that they were difficult to remove without special means. Therefore, the woman could never escape and could never be removed, which made it impossible for her to have any thoughts of disobeying the man from her heart.

Bai Su's face was always a faint smile, his expression almost unchanged, even his eyes did not turn. Several people who had been acquainted with Bai Su went up to greet her, but Bai Su was completely oblivious and did not react. Not only did her body not move at all, she didn't even move her eyebrows, and they could only walk away in boredom. Those who knew what they were doing could already see that Bai Su's face was covered with a layer of human skin mask. The delicate looking features were all carefully drawn on the mask. Moreover, unusual human skin masks always left gaps at the eyes, nostrils, mouth and other parts of the face so as not to affect vision and breathing. The mask on Bai Su's face was flawless at the eyes and nostrils. Her mouth, ears and nose were completely sealed, and even her eyes were completely useless. It was assumed that the current Bai Su couldn't see her surroundings at all, and it was extremely difficult for her to breathe. If one looked closely, in the center of the carefully drawn lips, one could see a bit of a circular mark, probably hiding a gag-type device. Under the effect of the mouth gag, it was thought that the small mouth behind the human skin mask could only remain slightly open all the time. The power to speak was also stripped away, and only vague moans could be emitted. Among the fragrant sweat dripping down from her cheeks, there might have been a mixture of flowing fluids.

As for the unnatural bulge in the back, it must hide arms that are bound behind the back. And the hands resting in front of the body are feared to be a pair of false hands. Judging from the undulations behind her back, Bai Su's arms behind her back should have been bound into a backhanded Guanyin posture. This posture was one where the arms were folded back behind the back in a W-shaped position. The elbows were leaning together behind the back, the lower arms were tightly pressed together, the palms of the hands were pressed against each other, and the ten fingers were facing each other, also completely pressed together. Because it makes the arms sore and numb, it is difficult to hold for a long time, even for a woman with good flexibility. Usually it needs to be forced under the bondage of ropes or shackles, but there are also special instruments such as leather single gloves used. The hands are pulled back and the wrists are crossed and bound. The elbows are similarly forced together under leather gloves. The arms were forced to maintain the posture of backhanded worship and prayer, forced into a closed position, and from the front, it looked as if the arms were set together. The upper body was completely immobilized and could only maintain the posture of lifting the chest and buttocks. Both shoulders and armpits were bound tightly by tautly tightened leather ropes, leaving almost no room for movement at all. Although the exact method of bondage could not be seen, the silver chains leading from the collar and going deep into the back collar must have been used to hang the wrists of both hands. Judging from the degree of undulation of the clothes behind her back, the wrists were hung up to the collar, almost raised to the limit, and Bai Su could only be forced to maintain the present posture of holding out her chest and raising her head like this.

Then the prosthetics she had been placed in front of her body were removed, as were the extra long sleeves. The zipper on the back of the dress was separated, revealing the arms that were restrained behind her back, maintaining that elegantly back-prayer style. From the side, one could only see the S-shaped chest and abdomen curves, white shoulders and half of the snow-white rounded lotus root arms, completely unable to see the small arms and palms that were deeply sunk between the shoulder blades. The silver needles that pierced her fingers, and the bone penetrating nails on her forearms were removed, causing Bai Su to let out a sigh of relief. But the same hellish torture awaited her next. Her arms were pulled behind her back and straightened out, and silver chains wrapped around her mid upper arm, at her elbow, mid forearm, and wrist secured her arms. Blackstar shoved a pair of gelatinous balls into Shirasu's palms, causing them to be forced into clenched fists. Then held in place by two leather [X] from the outside, the wrist portion of the gloves were connected by a pair of jade rings. The pair of jade rings were as strong as a pair of handcuffs, locking Baisu's hands firmly together without the slightest gap. Bai Su tried to move his hands, but they were still firmly entangled and could not be separated. Next, a tough bandage was used to wrap Bai Su's hands from the outside, wrapping them together. When the bandage was tightened to its limit, the gelatinous ball in Baisu's palm was pinched. The viscous liquid in the gelatinous ball gushed out and quickly solidified, setting Baisu's hands in a shape that looked as beautiful as amber. From the outside, Bai Su's hands were no longer fingers, but a pair of soft meatballs that had been sealed. In this way, Bai Su's hands could only remain in a half-clenched fist stance forever, unable to even grasp, unable to offer any resistance. The Bone Penetrating Nail re-pierced her arm, this time it was lodged together from the upper arm to the forearm and even the wrist. "Unh!" The moment her arms were pierced, she violently arched her delicate body and let out a series of mournful cries. Then both arms were wrapped into cylinders of beautifully patterned silk and ribbon tied to hold them in place. "Hooooo......" Bai Su tried to struggle a bit, but found that her arms did not move at all, and it felt as if her arms were welded together. Silk single cylinder restraints in Bai Su's wrists, elbow joints, upper arms, small arms center have a figure of eight ribbon cross-tied. From the wrists, elbow joints, and elbows, every inch of skin was harshly compressed, even the fingers were tightly blocked. From the elbows to the palms of the hands were confined by these single barrel restraints and tightened at the wrists, rendering both arms completely useless. Several ribbons extended out from the single-cylinder restraint set and wrapped around Bai Su's arms, binding them firmly to his torso. In this way, Bai Su could only keep his arms together behind him, and his arms were firmly confined, unable to move in the slightest. The ribbons at the elbows were connected to four other ribbons, which were intertwined from the shoulders on both sides and the armpits on both sides, around the chest and abdomen. The ribbons that passed from the upper arms and armpits on both sides were woven into a figure 8 net above and below the chest, strangling Bai Su's breasts into a large and firm shape. The ribbons that went around the shoulders on both sides were again reinforced vertically between the breasts, adding more material to Baisu's breasts and leaving noticeable red marks on the pale, soft skin. The ribbons that passed under the armpits, looped back through the armpits, and eventually converged on the back with the ones that went around the shoulders, tying Baisu's arms to her torso. Add to that the two ribbons at the end, crossing around Baisu's side abdomen and tightening at the waist and abdomen; Returning to the back at the wrists, they were wrapped twice before crossing again under the other armpit and wrapping back around the back to secure it. Bai Su's upper body was thus completely and utterly confined, unable to move even a single finger.

"But I'm willing ...... to give up being human altogether." She raised her head, that originally pure and lovely face was currently written with madness. "Master, please grant me both that 'Constraint Glove' and the 'Closed Mouth Zen' ......." The entire room was silent. Even Bai Su froze for a moment, "What did you say?" "I said, I want them all." The Spirit Pivot's eyes were terrifyingly firm, "Since you're a pet, what do you need your hands for? Why do you need a mouth to talk? I'm willing to seal my hands, gag my mouth, and do nothing but crawl and wag my tail. I will be your purest doll, giving you even the right to think." Now that's a real juggernaut. Complete self-destruction, complete objectification. Bai Su (Black Star) looked at Ling Shu's clear yet crazy eyes, and the perverted desire in his heart was greatly satisfied. "Good! Good one all of them!" Bai Su laughed out loud, "Since you have this realization, how can I not fulfill you?" She picked up the collar, but didn't put it on the Spirit Center's neck, instead picking up the "constraining gloves" first. "Reach out." The Spirit Hub obediently held out her hands. The black Heavenly Silk Leather Gloves_ put on those slender jade hands. The material began to shrink as soon as it came into contact with body heat. With the "click" of the metal buckle, Ling Shu felt her fingers being forced together and squeezed, as if her bones were melting together. The soft ball in the center of his palm began to heat up and vibrate, pressing against the Laogong acupoint. The muscles of her arms became sore and weak under the pressure of the wrist guards. From this moment on, she completely lost her ability to grip, her hands reduced to two beautiful ornaments. Then came the "Closed Mouth Zen". The lotus ball was stuffed into the small cherry mouth, and the petals wrapped around the lips. The belt was fastened behind the head. "Well ......," Ling Shu let out a muffled grunt, and saliva flowed out of the small hole. She could no longer utter a complete sentence. Finally, Bai Su picked up the golden collar. "Click." The collar snapped onto the slender neck of the spirit center. The golden collar, black gloves, pink mouth ball, purple cheongsam, and silver rootless boots ...... At this moment, the Spirit Hub was like a carefully wrapped gift, bizarre and absolutely beautiful. She couldn't speak, couldn't move her hands, and could only rub her head against Bai Su's leg, making whimpering petulant noises, and her eyes were filled with the joy of getting what she wanted. "Then, the remaining two ...... things," Bai Su looked toward the dumbfounded Wen Qian and Leng Weifang. "Wen Qian, you both like to flow, then the other pair of this 'constraint gloves' ...... No, since the Spirit Center took the gloves and the mouth ball, then you guys can't lag behind." Bai Su seemed to be in a good mood and pulled out something new from the box behind her. "Wen Qian, since you love your Flesh Lingzhi so much, then I will grant you a pair of 'Deep Sea Chastity Locks'." Bai Su had an additional delicate metal bracket in her hand, with a few thin silver chains attached to it, "The design of this lock is extremely precise, with the main body being an ergonomically fitted metal triangle, plated with a layer of warm bioceramic on the surface. It will follow your physiology and lock the root of the 'Flesh Lingzhi' directly to your pelvis. The silver chain will pass through your private_part and converge outside your body into a small, intricately patterned shield, completely sealing off that exit. The inside of the shield is lined with barbs, so if you move and become engorged and swollen there, you will be punished by the barbs. Without my magnetic key, it will become symbiotic with your flesh and blood and can never be removed." "Thank ...... you master!" Wen Qian was overjoyed. This was indeed the best reward for her. "As for Weifang ......," Bai Su looked at Leng Weifang, who was still gulping air with her posterior, "You have practiced your 'scabbard' well. Since that's the case, I'll grant you a pair of 'Crystal Expanders'." It was a highly translucent crystal instrument in the shape of a streamlined umbrella, slim when closed and open once pushed in. The umbrella's bones were made of memory metal and wrapped in a soft crystal gel that was tough but wouldn't scratch the intestinal walls. "It will hold up inside you like an umbrella, forcing that otherwise tightly closed pylorus to expand into a circular passage. The extremely high transparency of the material will allow outsiders to clearly see every peristaltic movement of your intestinal walls, and even that little bit of contraction in the depths. I want your 'scabbard' to remain extremely open at all times, a transparent tunnel that can be viewed and used at any time. Moreover, this expander is set with a huge ruby at the end, stuck just outside the sphincter muscle, like a blood-red seal signaling your ownership." Leng Weifang trembled, tears of excitement flowing from her eyes, "Thank you for your master's grace! Weifang ...... will live up to your expectations!" "Don't be anxious, there's more." Bai Su clapped her hands and seemed to be unfulfilled, "A good horse with a good saddle, since it's my pet, how can it have less gorgeous jewelry on it?"

"Shifting Flower Palace, broken." With a tug on the chain attached to the handcuffs, he pulled the staggering Hua Yue Nu outside like a dog on a leash. "Let's go, Bing Nu. Your senior sisters are still waiting for you, they've missed you so much ......" Hua Yue Nu obediently followed behind, with every step, the rod inside her hit a sensitive spot, causing her to let out a gasp. But she no longer felt shame, instead, she felt a shuddering excitement because of this upcoming, darker and kinkier _future_. The corridor outside the door was deep and long, as if it led to an endless abyss. But for Hua Yue Nu at this moment, that might just be her new home. Time flies, the rumors about the disappearance of the Master of the Palace of Shifting Flowers in the jianghu are very hot and dusty, but no one knows, in the underground depths of the Black Star Villa that even more secret "collection room", there is one more piece of the world's treasures called "ice jade doll". The once mighty flower moon slave, now has completely adapted to her new life as a "doll". Early in the morning, when the first ray of light through the refraction of the weak light into the collection room, Hua Yue Nu "woke up". To be precise, it was her physiology that was awakened, because her self-awareness had been blocked under the thick shell of day-to-day conditioning. She was currently standing silently in a huge crystal display case. There were no chains to bind her, for the "makeup" she wore was itself the most formidable shackle of all. She was still wearing the [Warm Jade and Smoke], but on top of that, Black Star had given her a more thorough "dolling" transformation. Her head wore a special "cold jade mask". This mask did not just cover her face, but was like a fully enclosed helmet that wrapped her entire head, leaving only a tiny, undetectable air hole at her nostrils and two pinpoint-sized vision holes in her eyes. The surface of the mask was carved into a stunningly beautiful face with an eternal smile that was gentle and submissive, a far cry from the once cold and frosty Shifting Flower Palace Master. But this was only the beginning. Black Star had customized a set of binding garments for her, a design that cut her arms completely backwards and tightly wrapped them in the same long sleeve sleeve. Hua Yue Nu's pair of jade hands, which used to perform the "Flower Shifting Jade Receiving" technique, were now helplessly folded behind her back, tightly bound in the narrow silk "single glove", unable to move even a single finger. In order to pursue the ultimate visual effect, her waist was a special metal girdle forcibly tightened, the waist of this martial arts master hard strangled to the amazing size of a handful, as if a light fold will break. This extreme constraint forced her breathing to become shallow and rapid, and the rise and fall of her chest looked particularly tantalizing under the corset. She was like a true porcelain doll, silent, beautiful, and lifeless. The daily schedule was boring and humiliating. In the morning, a special mute servant would move - yes, move - her out of the display case. Because her legs are fixed in an upright and taut position by special "ballet boots", and because she is bound at the waist and arms, she has to rely on external forces or move with extremely difficult steps even for basic walking. She is stripped of her outer decorations and cleaned with the utmost care, as if she were an object. Those special areas will be repeatedly rinsed and medicated to keep the "doll" clean and pink. During this process, she could not speak, could not resist, and could not even show shameful expressions - because the mask covered everything. Even when eating, the mask will not be removed. A fluid nutrient solution would be injected into her mouth through a delicate mechanism in the mouth of the mask. She didn't need to chew, just swallow like a baby. This feeding method made her completely forget the pleasure of eating as a "human", leaving only the instinct to maintain life. The most terrible thing is not the physical torture, but the spiritual remodeling. At first, in the darkness of the mask, she would still be angry, and would try to break through her confinement by utilizing her Mingyu Gong. But under the dual effects of the heat punishment of that [Warm Jade Raw Smoke] and the special drug, every resistance was exchanged for a high_climax and severe pain that almost made her collapse. Gradually, she learned the "self-awareness of a doll". When Black Star stood in front of the display case and admired her, she would instinctively feel aroused; when the cold "whip" cut across the sensitive curves of her body, she would be uncontrollably wet. She began to think, do not have to think, do not have to be responsible, just as a perfect work of art to be played by the master, seems to be a kind of ...... extreme happiness. "Today's ice jade doll is still perfect." Black Star's voice came through the mask and seemed a bit dull, but to Hua Yunu's ears, it was like heavenly music.

The dark of the moon is a night for killing, but also a time for stealing hearts. The secretive Thief Sect's main altar, like a black fang, is deeply embedded in the precipitous cliffs of the Soul Breaker Cliff. Surrounded by clouds and mist, not seeing the sun all year round, there are only a few dark ghost fire lanterns, swaying in the biting mountain wind, emitting a mournful whimpering sound. This is one of the most mysterious and frightening organizations in the Jianghu Lake. The disciples under the sect, both male and female, were all people with great skills. They do not cultivate the internal strength of the hegemony of martial arts, specializing in light lifting and shrinkage of the bones of the art of contortionism, pay attention to the "no shadow, no trace", to take the head of the generals such as picking up a bag, stealing the secret treasures of the Imperial Palace seems to be like a leisurely stroll. Tonight, it is the annual event of the Thief Sect - "Star Removal Conference". The so-called picking star, not really want to go to the nine heavens above to pick the star, but an extremely cruel light skill trial. At the edge of the ten-thousand-foot cliff, there were one hundred and eight uneven and uneven plum blossom stakes. These stakes are made of a hundred years of ironwood, hard as iron, and the surface is coated with a layer of special "slippery cloud oil", slippery and greasy, even if the flies fall to split. Between the pile and the pile, the furthest apart more than three feet, the nearest also has a ten feet, and the height of the great difference between the fall, the slightest carelessness, is the end of the broken bones. Disciples need to not use any flying grasp, rope and other external objects in the case, only by a mouth of dantian gas, perform light in these slippery stakes walking, and ultimately take down the highest that a "through the sky pile" top of the red silk, the winner. In the past years, the Star Picking Conference was always filled with people shouting and cheering. However, this night, the atmosphere was particularly strange and dull. Hundreds of elite disciples of the Thief Sect surrounded the cliff side, all silent, all gazes staring at the figure in the center of the field ready to run, eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a trace of unspeakable heat. Standing at the starting point was the youngest sister who had just returned from a top-secret mission - Ling Shu. In the past, Ling Shu was the best "Flying Swallow" in the Thief Sect, with a posture as light as smoke. But at this moment, she seems to have changed, or rather, become an exquisite, played with "dolls". She was wearing a tight dark purple night clothes, but the clothes had obviously gone through an extremely malicious transformation. The original easy to move the strong suit, was changed into a style similar to a high-plunging cheongsam, the fabric is extremely provincial, tightly wrapped around her exquisite convex body, outlined the shocking curves. The hemline was extremely short, barely covering her buttocks, and with the night wind blowing, revealing a pair of slender, fair, but slightly trembling thighs. The most puzzling and alarming thing is those inexplicable "equipment" on her body. Her hands were completely wrapped in a pair of heavy and hard black patent leather restraint gloves. The gloves were designed to be extremely anti-human, not separating the fingers, but rather bulging two large hard padded packets in the center of the palms, forcing her fingers to only curl up and close together due to the curvature of the inner part of the hand, and not being able to open up at all, let alone grasp anything. At the wrists, several straps were tightened, firmly securing the gloves that had deprived her of the function of "the hand of the thief". On her feet, she was not wearing the usual pair of soft-soled shoes with no traces of snow, but a pair of rootless silver boots with a cold metallic luster. This pair of boots was extremely brutal in shape, with the soles showing a bizarre curvature, and the tip of the shoe was vertically downward, like a sharp iron cone. This meant that as long as she stood on the ground, she had to maintain the extreme stance of keeping her instep taut and toes pointing to the ground at all times, and even a second of laxity would put her ankle at risk of breaking. She stood there like a ballet cat forced to dance on the tip of a knife, her calf muscles showing a spasmodic beauty due to the prolonged tightness. But that wasn't the worst of it. The most striking thing was the cruel "seal" on her face. As a lightweight expert who needed to keep her breath flowing at all times, Ling Shu's mouth was now completely filled with a strangely shaped pink "lotus flower yoke". That was not just an ordinary mouth ball, it was more like an extremely complex mechanical device. The pink silicone sphere was the size of a fist, and it mercilessly opened up her jaws, forcing her lips to open up to the maximum extent, presenting a shameful "O" shape. The surface of the sphere was carved with lotus petal patterns, each petal stuck between her teeth in just the right place, making it impossible for her to even bite down. What was even more terrifying was that the mouth yoke seemed to come with some sort of mechanism. Each of the four black leather straps extended backward from the corners of her mouth, converging at the back of her head, and were deadlocked by a heavy copper lock. Because her mouth was propped up too far, she couldn't swallow at all, and the crystalline saliva mixed with physiological tears dripped continuously down the deflector holes underneath the sphere, blotting out a dark-colored wet mark on the purple sash in front of her chest. "Oooh ...... oooh ......" The Spirit Hub let out a few indistinct cries of grief, the pain from the "closed mouth meditation". In this state, she was a mute, a pet that could only make pleading noises. "What's wrong with the spirit center? How does this outfit ...... look like the rituals used by the legendary demon religion to sacrifice the holy maiden?" "Shhh! Don't talk nonsense, I heard that the youngest sister went to that place this time ...... maybe she practiced some strange martial arts." "But this is also too ...... Look at her legs, they have been shaking, they are not stable at all." The surrounding discussion of the masters and brothers was like a fly drilling into the ears of the Spirit Center, making her heart, which was already dying of shame and anger, even more like falling into an ice cave. She didn't want to be like this, but ...... The foreign body sensation inside her body was so strong that it almost made her collapse. In the depths of the flat belly, the uterus is falling a high-density metal ball called "wind ball". Although this bead was only the size of a walnut, it weighed several pounds. With every breath and every tiny movement of the Spiritual Pivot, it crashed and fell on her sensitive uterine wall, bringing a burst of heavy falling sensation, as if it was going to pull out all her internal organs. In the more secretive backyard, there was a special "balance stick" stuffed in. It was a dumbbell-shaped metal object with two large ends and a thin center. The cold metal became warm under the body heat, but it was still hard as hell. One end was buried deep inside her body, opening up the secret place that had never been violated before; the other end was a heavy metal pendant, exposed on the outside, swaying from side to side as she moved, and every time it swayed, it would drive the inner end to rub against the sensitive intestinal wall, bringing a burst of strange pleasure that made her scalp tingle. "Seal the mouth in order to practice closed mouth meditation, those who break their speech, the heart is quiet; seal the hands in order to practice the mind's eye, those who have no hands, the intention is self-compassing; seal the feet in order to seek lightness and spirituality, those who have no root, the qi floats away from the ground ......" The Spiritual Pivot's mind echoed with the words that mysterious woman had said when she put these torture devices on her. That was the cultivation method of the Marrying Clothes Divine Skill, and it was also the beginning of her nightmare.

The crowd looked up and saw a red silhouette sitting in front of an ancient zither in the Listening Pavilion on the left side of the high platform. That turned out to be the Holy Aunt of the Devil Sect, Ren Yingying. But at this moment, where is she, there is still half a bit of the former kind of killing, arrogant and cold appearance? She was wearing a red dance garment called [Dance of Thorns]. The material of that garment was as red as blood, tightly wrapping her delicate body and outlining thrilling curves. However, upon closer inspection, the surface of that garment was actually slightly wriggling from time to time, as if there were countless living things hidden within. Ren Yingying's ten fingers danced frantically on the strings of the zither, and every time she plucked the strings, her body would tremble violently along with it. Her face wore a strange expression that looked like she was crying or not crying, or laughing or not laughing, with crystalline threads hanging from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were lax and wild. "Is that the ...... Love Flower Poison Sting?" Daoist Master Qingxu had sharp eyes and was shocked to find that with the rush of the zither's sound, a tiny barb would pop out of that dancing garment, deeply piercing into Ren Yingying's skin. Blood oozed out, staining the dance garment red, only to be instantly absorbed by the material, making that red color even more bewitching. "She's exchanging pain ...... for pleasure ......" Master Jue Yuan's voice trembled, "The devil's way! This is the downright Devil's Way!" The sound of the zither became more and more urgent, destroying the sanity of the crowd like a raging storm. Along with the sound of the zither, the ground around the high platform suddenly cracked and spewed out pink mist. "Welcome, everyone, to this seat's ...... wedding." A low, magnetic, yet full of evil charisma voice seemed to come from the heavens, and as if it resounded directly in everyone's mind. On the dragon chair in the center of the high platform, at some point, a man was already sitting. Black Star. Or rather, Lin Jiannan. He wore a wide black and gold colored robe and sat there with a large horse, as if he was an emperor who was in the middle of the world. He had a teasing smile on his face as he looked down indifferently at the thousands of "ants" below the stage. At his feet, there were several figures kneeling. Under the stage, Liu Rufeng's eyes widened and his pupils contracted violently. He recognized those figures, those goddesses that had appeared countless times in his dreams. That was Department Six Chief Constable Shen Wushuang, at this moment she was on all fours like a loyal dog, the flying fish suit on her body that represented the majesty of the imperial court had long since disappeared, and in its place was a golden glittering mesh soft armor - [Gold Silk Wrap]. That soft armor tightly strangled into her flesh, splitting her fit body into countless attractive diamond shapes. A golden collar was placed around her neck, and the end of the chain was held in Black Star's hand. She was spitting out her tongue and licking the top of Blackstar's boot obediently, with a pleasing "whimper" coming from her throat. That was the Flower Shifting Palace Master, Hua Yunu, who was wearing a transparent reddish bodysuit, [Warm Jade and Smoke]. She stood on top of an ice plate, trembling, her hands wandering helplessly over her body as if she was longing for some sort of comfort, but also as if she was resisting the dry heat within her body. The dress seemed to be alive, and was constantly circulating pink liquid, and with each circulation, Hua Yue Nu's delicate body would spasm violently. And behind them, there were two other figures that made the hearts and guts of the righteous people present crack. The petite girl on the left, dressed in a dark purple high-pivot bodysuit, turned out to be the Thief Sect's supreme genius, the "Ghost Hands" Ling Shu. But right now, her hands were sealed by a pair of heavy black patent leather restraint gloves, her palms bulging and her fingers forced to curl up. The most chilling thing was her feet - she was wearing a pair of [rootless silver boots], with the tips of the shoes pointing vertically downwards like iron cones, and no heels at all. She could only straighten her feet like in ballet, using the little bit of the toe to support her whole body weight. She was carrying a flower basket in her hand, and was tiptoeing with difficulty, scattering pink flower_petals three times a step. With each step her calves were trembling violently, and the muscles at the roots of her thighs were tense, so that it was evident that something more tormenting was hidden within her. The one on the right, holding a palace lantern, was actually Emei Sect's second senior sister, Zhou Zhilan. She was wearing a black latex jumpsuit, which wrapped all of her features inside, revealing only her eyes and lips. Her arms were tied behind her back and connected to a belt around her waist. She knelt like a statue, a palace lamp burning with aphrodisiacal spices above her head, hot wax oil occasionally dripping down onto her latex dress, but she didn't move, only the tears slipping from the corners of her eyes proving that she was still alive. The martial artists on the stage were horrified to recognize a name that had once shaken the jianghu. These usually high and mighty warrior women had all fallen into this devil's plaything at this moment! "Bastard! What have you done with them?!" Liu Rufeng - one of Jiang Qingcheng's admirers - could no longer hold back. That was the senior he admired, that was the chivalrous woman he desired, and now she had become like this. Hot blood washed over him, he drew his longsword, utilized twelve percent of his internal strength, and rushed towards the high platform as a green smoke. "Give Qingcheng back to me!"

Black Star leaned down, his warm breath spraying on Jiang Qingcheng's pale paper-like face, his tone as cold as ice, each word like an ice pick piercing into her eardrums: "From this moment now, for a period of one month." "You are no longer Jiang Qingcheng, and you are not allowed to say half a human word again." "You are a bitch. The name is ...... just 'Ah Cheng'. This name sounds good to the ear and is also worthy of your current identity." Jiang Qingcheng's pupils contracted violently, as if her heart missed a beat. One month? Not being able to speak? Being a dog? This was not just a physical humiliation, it was an extreme lingering of her spiritual will. To completely abandon human behavioral patterns within a month, to live like an animal, unable to walk upright, unable to communicate with words, and only able to use her limbs and barks to express her needs ...... This was a torture worse and longer than death for any normal person, especially a martial arts ally who had once been exalted and admired by ten thousand people. It meant that she would have to completely shatter her self-perception, obliterate that personality, and implant a bestial soul in this shell. But on second thought, a sad and insane pleasure surged in her heart - this was the perfect cover! The Black Star was suspicious by nature and as cunning as a fox. Only by being completely reduced to an unthreatening chattel that would only wag its tail would his wariness of her be minimized. Moreover, not being able to speak, there is no need to worry about losing words, and even less need to worry about revealing the assassination plan called "Double Dragon Against the Stream" in his sleep. As long as I can endure, as long as I can live ...... even if it is to be a dog, even if it is to eat shit, as long as I can kill him ...... This is the ultimate patience, but also the most perfect disguise. In the old days, Gou Tramp was a coward, Han Xin was humiliated by his crotch, today, I Jiang Qingcheng will be the "black star dog", so what! "What? Not willing?" Black Star's toes exerted force, stepping on her delicate and fragile collarbone, slightly crushing, bringing a burst of heart-breaking pain. Jiang Qingcheng immediately shook her head desperately, her hair flopping around messily. She opened her mouth, subconsciously wanting to say "slave servant is willing", but when the words reached her mouth, she woke up with a start. She couldn't speak human words. The rules, from now on, had already begun. Any single word of disobedience could lead to the abandonment of the previous work, or even lead to the danger of death. She swallowed the words hard, her throat rolling painfully for a moment, forcing down that instinct as a human being. Then, tentatively and with extreme shame and rawness, she let out a cry: "Woof ......" The voice was small, with a hint of trembling and dryness, like a young animal that had been strangled by the throat, and it looked especially bleak and ridiculous in the empty chamber. "Can't hear it." Black Star coldly said, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead thing, "What? A hallowed alliance master who can't even bark at a dog? It seems that the punishment just now was not deep enough, or ...... you want to go to the 'snake cave' to learn how to bark?" Jiang Qingcheng shuddered, she had heard of the horrors of the Snake Cave, it was a place that truly made one's life worse than death. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, as if she had abandoned all her self-respect at this moment, and shattered that high and proud heart to pieces. She took a deep breath and recalled the appearance of those vicious dogs begging for food that she had seen in her daily life, mimicking their voices and barking out loud: "Woof! Woof!!!" The bark was loud and clear, even with a hint of a deliberately pleasing tail. "Good boy." Black Star finally revealed a smile that was filled with the thrill of conquest_and morbid satisfaction. He clapped his hands as if he was summoning domestic animals, "Someone come, dress Ah Cheng. Since he's a dog, he has to look like a dog. That tattered strip of cloth hanging on his body is an eyesore." With his order, the secret door at the side of the chamber slid open silently, and four "tempering maids" dressed in tight black clothes with cold faces entered. Their steps were light, and it was obvious that they all possessed martial arts skills. In their hands was a rosewood tray, in which was placed a set of intimidating equipment, glittering with cold luster - the special "canine slave suit". That is not the kind of roughly made, only for the pleasure of the boudoir of the erotic playthings, but the Black Star Villa collection of the Mohist machine art and the Western charm art, ingenious, specially used to confine, transform the internal experts of the machine torture equipment. Each piece was characterized by a wicked and sophisticated industrial beauty. "Put it on this new bitch." "Yes." The maids moved skillfully and roughly, they didn't have the slightest bit of nonsense as they stepped forward and tore up the only remaining fabric on Jiang Qingcheng's body in a few clicks. "Hiss-" The sound of cloth and silk shredding was particularly shrill in the secret room. Jiang Qingcheng was naked and exposed to the air, her skin flushed with a fine layer of goose bumps from the cold and fear. She instinctively wanted to curl up her body to cover her shame, but she was forced to hold down her limbs by the maids, and arranged into a "big" shape without any dignity. First came the collar. The maid picked up the wide, heavy black leather collar. This collar is half a palm wide, the outer layer is fine rhinoceros cowhide, tough and incomparable; the inner side is covered with densely packed tiny metal thorns, each of which has been quenched with a special "Bone Bone Scatter" and "Aphrodisiac Dew". "Ka-ching." The collar buckled on Jiang Qingcheng's slender white neck, making a dull locking sound.

The sound of the bell was majestic and carried an irresistible internal force vibration, forcibly pulling people who were intoxicated in their dreams or afterglow back to reality. Quite a few disciples with low internal strength were shocked to the point of chest tightness, and even spat out a mouthful of turbid air on the spot, but this turbid air was actually also mixed with pink mist. "Silence! Greet the Alliance Master ...... No, greet the Master!" A sharp but animalistic hoarse shout cut through the morning sky. Only to see that under the high platform, Shen Wushuang was on all fours, crawling out of the shadows like a true hound. She was wearing the [Gold Silk Wrapping] soft armor that made the jianghu fearful. This precious armor that was once the supreme glory of Department Six had become her most humiliating torture instrument at this moment. The golden metallic threads seemed to have life, strangling deeply into her plump flesh, outlining her originally heroic figure to the point where it could even be said to be unobstructed. Every muscle in her chest, buttocks, and thighs was forcibly squeezed and shaped by the metal mesh, and as she crawled, the fine fuzzy barbs inside the soft armor constantly rubbed against her sensitive skin. Shen Wushuang wore a thick, bone-shaped collar around her neck, and a huge, bone-shaped gag yoke was stuffed in her mouth, holding her mouth up extremely large and preventing it from closing, as crystalline saliva dripped down the corners of her mouth to the ground. Her eyes no longer had the god-trapping majesty of old, replaced by a mixture of frenzy, submission, and bestiality. She let out a low roar full of intimidation at the still dazed jianghu people, as if she was guarding her territory, and as if she was taking credit from her master. On the high platform, the red carpet was spread out and the dragon chair was hanging high. Black Star is still dressed in black, sitting lazily on top of the dragon chair, playing with two warm jade balls in his hands - that seems to be taken out from the body of a female warrior "practice props". At his feet, left and right sides, each kneeling a beautiful woman. On the left, is that once let the jianghu fear white female warrior, Bai Su. She was still wearing that iconic pure white [Phoenix Plume Gown]. This gown reflected a holy light under the morning light, but could not hide the twisted nature underneath. The design of the gown was extremely cruel, and the interior was filled with countless tiny feathery tentacles, teasing every inch of the wearer's skin at all times. The golden butterfly clasp on Baisu's back gleamed, a testament to the penetration of her pipa bone. Her hands were clipped behind her back, tucked into a pair of one-piece and non-removable [Crystal Restraining Gloves], with her fingertips forced together in a perpetual posture of prayer. What stood out the most was the delicate makeup on her face and that huge golden nose ring. The nose ring pierced through the septum of her nose and was covered with fine ruby tassels that swayed gently as she breathed, emitting a subtle "tinkling" sound. It wasn't just decoration, it was a slave's mark. On the right, there was that martial arts ally who had once ruled the crowd, Jiang Qingcheng. At this time, Jiang Qingcheng had already changed into a set of [Phoenix World] gown that was similar to Bai Su's style, but with a big red color. This gown was even more daring, the cut was extremely close to the body, and the high fork was opened to the waist, revealing her long and straight thighs. But these legs were suffering from inhuman torture at the moment. On her feet, she was wearing a pair of [Rootless Silver Boots] that had no heel. The soles of the boots were smooth curved metal, with only the toes touching the ground at one point. In order to maintain her balance, she had to tense the muscles of her calves and insteps at all times, pressing the weight of her entire body onto the fragile tips of her toes. What was even more terrifying was that these boots were connected to a set of [Beauty Station] exoskeleton braces hidden under the hem of the skirt. The braces were like a gangrene attached to her bones, tightly locking her knees, thighs, and waist, forcing her to maintain a humiliating posture of lifting her chest, bucking her hips, and collapsing her waist. As long as she slacked off a little, the microcurrents within the scaffold would punish her without mercy. On Jiang Qingcheng's face, there was also one more thing - a delicate, shimmering golden nose ring. Although it was not yet attached to a chain, the very existence of this nose ring already said it all. "Alliance Master ...... really ...... really wore that?" The martial artists under the stage rubbed their eyes, unable to believe the scene they were seeing. Nose ring. In the martial arts, that was the symbol of a cow or horse, a mark only worn by the lowliest slaves. Once worn, it meant giving up one's dignity as a human being and completely falling into the private property of others. But now, this mark appeared on the face of the world's number one beauty and the Supreme of the martial arts. And looking at her expression ...... there was not even a hint of humiliation, instead it carried a faint shyness and ...... anticipation? Jiang Qingcheng's eyes were mesmerized and her cheeks flushed. Only she herself knew what kind of wild storm her body was experiencing under that gown. The [Sea Fixing Needle] in her body was vibrating slightly with every breath she took, that was implanted for her by Black Star himself last night. That jade potential was more than just a filler, it was connected to the [Beauty Station]'s sensing system, and as long as her heartbeat accelerated, the vibrations would intensify. At this moment, facing the gazes of thousands of people, her shame was bursting and her heart was beating like thunder, so that vibration came in waves like a tidal wave, so that she had to grit her teeth before she didn't scream out in front of everyone. "Guys." Blackstar spoke, his voice not loud but clear throughout the room, "Everyone had a great time last night. But fun is fun, and there are some rules that still need to be set." "From today onwards, there are no more eight sects in the jianghu, and there is no distinction between good and evil. There is only one organization, and that is - Black Star Divine Sect."

She was "carried" up here by four mute servants dressed in black rubber suits. The reason for the lifting was that her arms and legs had already been locked up by special restraints. It was a set of heavy-duty torture equipment called the "Beast Trap" - the joints of her limbs were all fastened with thick metal rings, which were connected by hydraulic rods. This made it impossible for her to stand or bend, so she could only be manipulated like a stiff stick and held in mid-air without dignity. Even so, Guo Fu's eyes still looked like they were about to spit out fire. Her red dress has been torn into strips of cloth, only barely able to cover her shame, a large area of snow-white skin exposed in the air, covered with crisscrossed whip marks - that is the medals left behind by her fierce resistance during the "physical examination for enrollment", but also the only cover she has at this moment. "Yuck! Devil! Kill me if you have the guts!" Guo Fu spat fiercely, although her whole body was powerless because her body was filled with Soft Tendon Dispersion, but the strength of that savagery and willfulness had not been reduced in the slightest, her eyes reddened, "My parents will definitely come to save me! When the time comes, they will raze this shitty place of yours to the ground! I'll kill you by a thousand cuts!" Black Star did not get angry, but instead sat up straight with interest, his eyes were like two substantial brushes, sweeping from Guo Fu's breasts that rose and fell violently because of her anger, and finally resting on her chattering little mouth. "The daughter of the Great Warrior Guo, she really has a loud enough voice and a strong middle voice." Black Star laughed and turned his head to Bai Su at his side, "I heard that she is a famous 'tigress' on Peach Blossom Island? Big temper, wild nature." "Yes, master." Bai Su replied respectfully, with a hint of pity in her eyes, more of a cruelty and obedience of someone who has been there before, "It's precisely because she's a tiger, that's why she needs a good set of 'chews' to sharpen her teeth." Bai Su clapped her hands together, making a crisp ringing sound. Two maids stepped forward and pressed the mechanism. The "Beast Trap" restraint on Guo Fu's body immediately made a toothsome clicking sound, and the hydraulic lever forcefully contracted, placing her in an extremely humiliating kneeling position - her knees landed heavily on the ground, her thighs and calves were forcibly folded and squeezed, and her upper body was forcibly pressed down by the hydraulic arm, almost sticking to the cold carpet. almost pressed against the cold carpet, while her buttocks were held high in the air by the mechanical arms, like a begging she-beast. "Let go of me! You bastards! I'll cut off your hands! Let my father kill you all!" Guo Fu struggled desperately, but how could the mechanical power of hydraulics be resisted by flesh and blood? The more she struggled, the tighter those metal rings strangled her, sinking deep into her delicate flesh and grinding out a red mark. Bai Su walked to her with elegant steps, and picked up the first piece of "jewelry" from the tray. It was an extremely beautifully shaped, yet chilling muzzle yoke - [Tiger's Whistle Gagging Device]. It was made of black gold, and the main body was a hollowed out sphere, the surface of which was carved with the pattern of a tiger descending from a mountain, hideous and domineering. However, inside the sphere, there was a complex and sophisticated mechanism hidden. "Miss Guo, this is customized for you." Bai Su's voice was so gentle that it was like coaxing a child, but it gave Guo Fu the creeps, "This mouth of yours is too noisy, the master doesn't like it. But this voice is also very good, and it should be very melodious when you scream in bed. So, we need to help you 'screen' your voice." "Piss off! Don't touch me! Umm-" Guo Fu watched the dark metal ball approaching, a hint of panic finally flashing in her eyes as she desperately tried to twist her head to avoid it. The maid skillfully pinched both of her cheeks and snapped her fingers hard into her teeth, forcing her to open her mouth. Bai Su mercilessly shoved the metal ball, which was the size of an egg, into Guo Fu's mouth. "Ka-da." With a crisp locking sound, the strap of the muzzle shackle buckled dead behind her head, and a small, delicate lock was added. But that was only the beginning. Shirasu pressed the remote control in her hand. "Buzz ......" Four tiny mechanical tentacles suddenly popped out from inside the metal ball. These four tentacles weren't meant to hurt, but rather they were like four flexible fingers that were pressed against Guo Fu's upper and lower jaws and the base of her tongue. "This is called 'Amplified Tongue Support'." Bai Su explained with a smile, as if introducing a fine piece of jewelry, "It will forcefully press down on your tongue, making it impossible for you to utter any coherent words. Whether you want to curse, ask for help, or even bite your tongue to kill yourself, it's impossible to do so. Your tongue can only be forced to lay flat and receive a soak of saliva, becoming a mere vocal resonator." Guo Fu realized with horror that her tongue was completely out of control. Those four tentacles were deadening her tongue muscles, and no matter how hard she tried, she could only produce the monosyllables of "ah ...... ah ......", and could not even swear a complete expletive. Immediately after that, the exterior of the metal ball began to deform. The originally closed surface of the sphere, popped out two metal expanders like tiger's teeth, hooked the corner of her mouth, to both sides of the hard pull apart. "Hiss ......" The pain of having the corners of her mouth ripped apart caused Guo Fu to shudder, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes. Her mouth was forced to open to its limit, just like a roaring tiger - but this "tiger" couldn't make any majestic roars, and could only let the saliva flow down the corners of her mouth that were being stretched open without any dignity, dripping down onto the carpet. "It's beautiful." Blackstar exclaimed, his eyes roaming her face wantonly, "This is what a 'tigress' should look like. Open-mouthed and drooling, waiting to be fed by her master." Guo Fu's tears came out of her eyes, mixed with humiliation and fear. She wanted to close her mouth and swallow her saliva, but that damned metal ball was stuck there, making even the most instinctive swallowing motions incredibly difficult. Saliva pooled in her mouth and dripped down the metal conduit onto the carpet, making a "tick, tick, tick" sound, each sound like a death knell to her dignity. "Don't worry, there's more." Bai Su picked up the second trinket.

She was pressed against an X-shaped metal frame called a "torture table", her limbs were fastened with leather straps, and her whole body was suspended in a "big" shape. "Since it's a footrest, it should be clean inside and out." Shen Wushuang took out a long, thick rubber hose with spiral patterns from the barrel, "Especially this 'inner liner', if it hides last night's residue, it's a great disrespect." The hose was shoved mercilessly into her posterior. It was a suffocating sensation of foreign intrusion, the rough texture scraping against the sensitive, tight intestinal walls. Immediately afterward, a warm, pungent, medicinal-smelling liquid surged in. "Ummm...!!!" Zhu Linglong threw her head back and screamed miserably, her body spasming violently. That was the "Intestinal Cleansing Soup", which was made by mixing soapnut water, ginger juice and trace amounts of aphrodisiacs. It not only flushes out the filth in the intestines, but also stimulates the intestinal walls to contract crazily, bringing about a burning pain and an unspeakable tingling sensation. The stomach bulged at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a balloon filled with water. "Hold it in." Shen Wushuang coldly ordered, "If you spill a single drop, pour another bucket of chili water." Zhu Linglong bit her lips in death, cold sweat falling like rain. She desperately contracted her sphincter muscles, fighting desperately against the raging desire to defecate. This was not only a physical torture, but also a trampling of dignity - a grand princess, to be cleaned by an enema like an animal. After a quarter of an hour, the liquid was discharged, with all the filth and shame. This was repeated three times until the discharged liquid was as clear as water, even with a faint medicinal fragrance. Then comes the cleaning of the "front door". A high-pressure water jet with suction cups was attached to her red and swollen private parts, and the powerful water rushed through every fold, washing away all the traces of last night's assaults on her as a "woman". -It washed them all away. As the liquid drained away, her shame seemed to disappear along with the murky liquid. After the cleansing, it was time for the "molding". "The pedals need to be smooth, soft, and not move around." Shen Wushuang clapped her hands, and the mute servant presented a set of special restraints. It was a set of leather restraints called [Turtle Armor Binding - Ground Bearing Style]. Unlike ordinary rope bondage, this set of restraints used tough cowhide leather straps, metal buckles with embedded steel plate gauntlets, specifically designed to permanently fix the human body in a kneeling position. Zhu Linglong was forced to kneel on the ground. "Ka-da." First were the knees. A pair of thick, steel needle lined [Patella Lock] was fastened onto her knees. The locks tightened, and the steel pins pierced the skin and stuck between the bones. This meant that whenever she attempted to stand or straighten her legs, the steel needles would pierce into the bone marrow, bringing about a drilling and severe pain. Then came the feet. Her ankles were folded back and pressed tightly against the back of her thighs. A thick leather strap connected the ankles to the roots of the thighs, forcing the calves to overlap the thighs completely. The palms of the feet were facing upwards in an unguarded pink state. "Hands." Her arms were clipped back behind her back, her wrists held in a death grip by the straps, then pulled downward to connect with the straps around her ankles. The whole thing was folded into a compact mass of flesh. "Too high." Shen Wushuang frowned and surveyed, "Master's legs will be uncomfortable when placed on it. Collapse your waist!" "Click." A metal rod called [Stereotypical Ridge Staff] was stuck horizontally at Zhu Linglong's back waist position. The two ends of the metal rod were connected to the restraint straps of her arms and legs, and as the mechanism tightened, it forcibly pressed her spine into an exaggerated concave zigzag shape. "Uhhh ......" Zhu Linglong let out a painful moan. Her vertebrae emitted an unbearable clicking sound, as if they would break at any time. At this moment, her buttocks were forced to pucker up like a mountain of meat; her breasts were pressed against the ground, being squeezed into rows; and her waist was deeply collapsed, forming a perfect "groove" with a fleshy curvature. "This is right." Shen Wushuang patted the groove with satisfaction, and even sat on it to try it out, "It's just enough to fit the master's legs. Fleshy, soft and flexible, much more comfortable than those rigid silk cushions." In order to prevent her from going limp from exhaustion on the way, Shen Wushuang took out a set of delicate silver needles. "This is called [Soul Locking Needles]." As she spoke, she stabbed a few long and thin silver needles into the large acupuncture points on both sides of Zhu Linglong's spine, "Once you try to change your posture, or if your muscles slacken, the silver needles will stimulate the nerves, bringing about a severe pain like a million ants devouring your bones; and as long as you obediently maintain this shameful 'footing' position, the silver needles will instead release a weak bioelectric current, stimulating the muscles to relax, and even ...... bringing tingling pleasure." The moment the needle tip pierced in, Zhu Linglong's body trembled. A weird electric current ran down her spine and throughout her body, making her muscles that were originally tense due to the pain instantly sour and soft, and she actually developed a desire to keep this position all the time. Finally, it was "decoration". Since it was a royal footrest, it naturally had to be extremely luxurious. Her whole body was coated with a special kind of grease called [Gel Dew]. This kind of grease can not only make the skin become slippery like jade, emitting attractive luster, but also contains strong aphrodisiac ingredients, will seep into the pores with the body temperature, so that her skin becomes extremely sensitive, even the breeze blowing through is like being caressed by a lover. The key areas - the tips of the breasts, the navel, the private parts - were plastered with openwork flower decorations made of pure gold, as if gilding a vessel. A special orb was inserted into her mouth - a ruby-encrusted golden ring with a hollowed-out center that allowed her to serve as a footrest while also sticking out her tongue to provide a "cleansing" service for her master. A gold chain attached to either side of the ring hung behind her ear, pulling the corners of her mouth to either side and fixing it into an eternal, ingratiating smile. Most ironic of all was her neck. Instead of a collar, there hung the golden boots she had "born" last night. The two heavy golden boots were connected with golden ribbons, hanging heavily on her white neck, like a heavy shackle, always reminding her of last night's madness and degradation.

It was none other than the Black Star Cultist. What made Zhu Linglong's eyes widen in anger was the "sitting tool" under that man. It was a "human backrest" made up of two beautiful women. The woman on the left was completely naked, with snowy skin, a gold collar around her neck, and a gold ring on her nose. She was kneeling on Black Star's left side, her hands were clipped behind her back and locked by a pair of [Crystal Restraining Gloves]. Her fingers were forced together and straightened, her palms molded into a prayer position. With a holy and lustful smile on her face, she was sticking out her tongue and licking Black Star's dangling fingers like a dog. On her back she wore a straitjacket called the [Phoenix Plume Gown], which was woven with countless tiny wires that strangled deep into her flesh, immobilizing her upper body. --That was the once famous warrior woman, Bai Su! The woman on the right, also naked, was tattooed with bizarre blue patterns. Her lute bone was pierced by a pair of golden [Vajra Ruyi Hooks], which were connected to chains that secured her to Black Star's back. Her arms were folded back into a "W" shape, serving as armrests. Her eyes were vacant and lifeless, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, and her body trembled slightly with Black Star's movements, as if she had lost all sense of self. On the small of her back, a blue color pattern was flickering as she breathed. --That was the ally that once ruled the martial arts world, Jiang Qingcheng! Around the couch, there were several other figures kneeling. At the very front, a "Golden Hair Dog" wrapped in golden soft armor was crawling on all four limbs. The soft armor tightly strangled every inch of her skin, outlining her plump figure to the fullest. She wore a heavy collar and a bone yoke in her mouth, and she was spitting out her tongue and staring at Black Star's feet with fervent eyes. --That was the former Department Six Chief Constable, Shen Wushuang! Next to Shen Wushuang, there was another "fox". She wore a black rubber coat, a fox mask, and a big fluffy tail behind her. She was holding a whip in her hand, but she was kneeling on the ground, rubbing her private parts with the handle of the whip from time to time. --That was the female warrior of the Huashan Sect, Yue Lingshan! And in one corner of the reclining couch, a woman wearing a red [Dance of Thorns] dance garment was kneeling and playing the zither. The inside of that dance garment was covered with barbs, and every time she plucked the strings, the barbs would pierce into her skin, causing her to let out moans of pain and pleasure. --That was the former Demon Sect Sacred Nun, Ren Yingying! "Jiang Qingcheng ...... Bai Su ...... Shen Wushuang ......" Zhu Linglong's hand was trembling, her nails almost pinched into her palm . Although she used to look down on the Jianghu grassroots, she had heard of the great names of these two. One was the leader of the righteous path, one was an ice-clear warrior woman, and one was the chief constable of the court. Nowadays, it was surprising that they had turned into this appearance? Become ...... furniture? Pet? Animal? "Bold demon!" Zhu Linglong laughed back in anger, her eyes shooting out substantial fury, "How dare you humiliate the court officials and the heroes of the world like this! Aren't you afraid of the wrath of heaven? Turning them into this inhuman and ghostly appearance, you are simply heartless!" "Heaven's wrath?" As if he had heard some funny joke, Black Star gently took a sip of the wine, then poured the rest of the liquid onto Bai Su's back. Bai Su immediately let out a moan of satisfaction and arched her back like a cat, letting the wine flow down her spine for her master to play with. "Your Highness Rapunzel, you are wrong." Black Star raised his eyelids and lightly glanced at Zhu Linglong, with eyes that looked like he was looking at a hidden treasure that was about to come into his possession, "I did not humiliate them. On the contrary, I gave them true 'freedom'." "Freedom?" Zhu Linglong seemed to have heard the most absurd joke in the world. "That's right. Putting down the false dignity, abandoning the heavy morality, returning to the instincts and obeying the desires ...... Isn't this the greatest freedom?" Black Star pointed at Jiang Qingcheng underneath her, "You see, the former Martial Alliance Master, who ran around every day for the so-called justice, with her brows furrowed, living like an ascetic. And now, all she needs to do is to be a happy chair, to be sat on and used by me every day, not having to think, not having to be responsible, how happy." Seemingly to corroborate his words, Jiang Qingcheng unexpectedly let out a sweet dreamy murmur at this moment, "Master ...... Qingcheng is so happy ...... Qingcheng is master's chair... ...Woof ......" She even took the initiative to adjust her posture, making the pair of golden hooks that pierced through the pipa bone stuck even tighter, and a demented and happy smile appeared on her face. Zhu Linglong only felt a vicious chill go straight from the soles of her feet to her head.

"Bring it on!" With an order, a team of female guards of the Divine Religion dressed in tight black rubber suits and holding leather whips walked in. The leader was none other than the former Department Six Chief Constable Shen Wushuang. Although she also crawled in on her knees, she was wearing [Gold Silk Wrapped] soft armor, making her look majestic, as if she was the "Shepherd Dog" of the group of dogs. They were holding a golden chain in their hands. At the other end of the chain were a group of young women. Those were Zhu Yujian's harem concubines, as well as those princesses and county lords who had not yet left the court. There were thirty-six of them, known as the "Thirty-six Big Dipper Seed Mothers". At this time, they were in an even worse state than Empress Zhou. Each one of them had been placed in a special [Conception Restraint Garment]. This was a kind of transparent, elastic, special bio-film jumpsuit, tightly wrapped around their bodies, exposing every inch of their skin, every curve, and even the blood vessels underneath their skin were vaguely visible. The belly position of the straitjacket was purposely made into a transparent bulge, as if foreshadowing the fate they were about to face. And in the key part of the lower body, a circular hole was made, with red soft rubber inlaid around the edges, like some kind of unashamed invitation. Their hands were bound behind their heads, and their mouths were stuffed with a variety of gag balls - some in the shape of blooming flowers, others in the shape of thick dildos. Their eyes were lax, and they had obviously been dosed with a large amount of [Warm Love Incense] and [Fertilization Pill], their bodies taking on a sickly flush, their skin glistening with fine beads of sweat. "Father ...... Father Emperor ......" Walking in the forefront was Princess Zhaoren, who was only fifteen years old. She was still young after all, and her mind had not yet completely collapsed. At this moment, seeing her father in the cage, she instinctively wanted to pounce over to ask for help, with the last trace of clarity and fear remaining in her eyes. "Snap!" A loud whip struck her back, instantly leaving a bloodstain. Shen Wushuang, who was holding her, laughed coldly, "What are you screaming about! That's 'Scrap Dog', not your father. Go to the display area and kneel down! If you delay the auspicious time, you will be thrown into the 'beast pen'!" Princess Zhaoren let out a cry of pain and was forcibly dragged to one side of the great hall. There were already rows and rows of strangely shaped instruments of torture - [Insemination Chairs]. This was a device similar to a gynecological examination chair but even more cruel. The back of the chair was adjustable in angle, and there were two metal stirrups underneath that could elevate a person's legs up high and spread them wide apart to the limit. Directly underneath the chair, there is a cavity with complex pipes and containers connected to collect the "overflow" of precious fluids. "Up!" The concubines and princesses were roughly pressed into the chair. Their legs were forcibly spread, placed in stirrups, and buckled with straps. Their waists were tightened with securing straps so that their pelvic bones were raised high, presenting a total openness,

On top of the dragon chair, Black Star leaned back in Jiang Qingcheng's arms, just like a devil king who reigned over the world. Jiang Qingcheng, the once mighty martial arts leader, was in a state that was unbearable to look at. She was kneeling on the back of Bai Su, the "base" below her as the "back of the chair". Her pipa bone was permanently penetrated by the pair of pure gold [Vajra Ruyi Hooks], and the tips of the hooks had completely healed with her vertebrae, with pink buds of flesh growing around the wounds, like small, colorful flowers. The pair of golden hooks blocked all of her internal energy, making it impossible for her to use half of her true qi anymore, so she could only be slaughtered. Whenever she pulled her muscles due to breathing or trembling, the hooks would pull on her most sensitive nerves, bringing about excruciating pain. Her arms were folded backwards, fixed in an extremely twisted "W" shape on both sides of the dragon chair, acting as a pair of living "human armrests". Her eyes were covered with a layer of dark blue light, which was the sign of the "Imperial Spirit Puppet Charm" deeply planted in the sea of consciousness. The once heroic eyes were now empty and blind, with occasional flashes of drug-inspired frenzy. The corners of her mouth hung with a sweet and stupid smile that had been forcibly carved out, as if she was enjoying the ultimate humiliation. As the "armrests" of the dragon chair, she had to keep her peaks high at all times so that Black Star could play with her proud breasts, which were once regarded as sacrosanct by martial artists. The blue tattoo on her abdomen was flickering with her breath, as if announcing the belonging of her body. And at the base of the dragon chair was another martial arts saintess - Bai Su. Bai Su's limb joints were nailed to death to the mahogany pallet by thick translucent nails, and the steel nails penetrated her wrists, ankles, knees and elbows, fixing her like a specimen. As a result of her prolonged kneeling and crouching position, her waist had collapsed to an eerie curve, and her vertebrae bulged out to form a perfect cushion shape. Blackstar sat right on top of her raised buttocks, using her back as a footrest. Baisu's body was stuffed with various rotating strings of beads connected to the mechanisms of the dragon chair, and with every jolt of the sedan chair, these strings spun wildly inside her, scraping against her sensitive inner walls and causing the former chivalrous warrior girl to let out a low cry of contentment tinged with a sob every few moments. Her face was pressed against the mahogany tray, and her mouth was stuffed with a hollowed-out mouth ball that held open her jaws, causing her tongue to hang helplessly, and the juices continued to drip down the corners of her mouth, pooling into a small puddle on the tray, and then flowing along the wood grain, dripping down onto the floor. Behind Black Star, Empress Zhou of the Ming Dynasty is now acting as a "human cushion". Her whole body is only wearing a hollowed out red cicada wing gauze, that gauze is as thin as a cicada wing, can not cover any spring light, but added a few hazy temptation. The most striking thing was her slightly bulging abdomen. It was not a pregnancy there, but was implanted with the [Jade Seal of State] by Black Star with an evil method. That jade seal, which represented the imperial power of the Ming Dynasty, was currently stuffed inside her uterus, and under the nourishment of the dragon's qi, it was constantly pulsing inside her body, transforming the body of this mother of state into a living "dragon vein pregnancy bed". Kneeling behind Black Star's head, she pressed her breasts, which had become abnormally plump due to the dragon's qi, almost breaking through her veil, against the back of Black Star's head, and gently massaged his temples, her voice low and submissive, with a kind of morbid longing: "Master ...... Master, the hour has come. The sisters are ...... ready to receive your favor." Her voice carried a kind of hoarseness due to the long term use of winks, as if every beat of that jade seal was destroying her dignity as an empress and remodeling her instincts as a female animal. At the foot of the dragon chair, there was another special object. That was the once honorable and incomparable eldest princess of Daming - Zhu Linglong. At this time, she had been completely deprived of her "human" identity. Her hands and feet were forcibly fastened to the pedals by the [Beast Claw Golden Shackle], which had a mechanism within it, forcing her fingers and toes to curl up, and she could only land on the ground like a dog's paw. She could only lie on her back in a pouting canine position with her hips puckered up, and her knees were tied with knee pads with soft spikes that stung her skin with every step she crawled. Around her neck hangs a pair of gold boots that she has licked to a shine - Blackstar's boots and now her "food bowl". Her mouth is stuffed with a huge [Ruby Shackle], which not only holds her lips open, but also sends some kind of aphrodisiacal spice straight down her throat through the pipe. "Woof ...... woof ......" Seeing Black Star bowing her head, Zhu Linglong immediately wagged the peacock plume fake tail behind her buttocks excitedly like a real hound. The root of that tail was thick and buried deep inside her, rubbing her sensitive spots as it shook. There was no more anger in her eyes, only infinite adoration for Blackstar's socked soles. She licked down at the back of Blackstar's feet, her tongue nimbly burrowing into the crevices of her toes to clean out the grime, making whimpering noises filled with a desire to be humiliated. She had completely adapted to the role, even showing enjoyment as Blackstar's toes traced her cheeks as if it were a supreme reward. On both sides of the dragon chair, there were also two special maids of honor standing - Shen Wushuang, the former Chief Constable of Department Six, and Yue Lingshan, the former Junior Sister of the Huashan Sect. Shen Wushuang was dressed in golden [Gold Silk Wrapping] soft armor, the taut metal mesh strangling her plump figure with a tantalizing trace of carnal desire. She held a leather whip in her hand, her eyes were cold and frenzied, and she wore a collar around her neck, as if she was a hound ready to tear down everything for her master. Yue Lingshan was wearing a black tight-fitting rubber suit, wearing a sound-prohibiting dog mask, and holding a few "new dogs" that were also wearing collars, which were the princesses that had just been captured.