rope used to bind demons

The boss, stammering an excuse, impatiently pulled out a bundle of ropes from his embrace. He first flipped Helen's exquisite body over, positioning her face down on the bed. Then, with her hands bound behind her back, he folded a rope in half, creating a loop. He placed this loop on the back of Helen's neck, then wound both ends around her arms seven or eight times each, all the way to her wrists. Next, he twisted her hands upwards into a W shape and tightly bound them at the intersection with the rope. He then pulled the remaining rope upwards through the loop around her neck, yanking Helen's hands up until they were almost touching the back of her head. "Ugh..." Helen let out a soft, almost unconscious moan. "Was I that rough?" the boss muttered to himself, knowing his aphrodisiac could keep an ordinary beauty unconscious for two full days. The boss lifted Helen's arms with even more force, carefully tightening the rope that passed through the neck loop. He continued until Helen's hands could no longer be raised, then crisscrossed the rope around her wrists in an 'X' pattern, binding them tightly. The remaining rope was then wound down around Helen's forearms, then up around her upper arms, returning to her wrists. He repeated this several times before interlacing the ropes around her left and right arms, pulling them closer together with two turns. He then slowly and gradually tightened the rope, pressing Helen's arms ever closer to her back, making them impossible to move outwards. Finally, he secured the remaining rope at her wrists with a knot. The subordinate watching the boss bind Helen was filled with envy, but dared not speak. He could only watch helplessly as the boss continued his work. The boss then lifted Helen, leaning her against himself. He picked up another rope, tying a knot at Helen's wrist. He passed the rope over Helen's breasts from the left, brought it back to the wrist on the right, and threaded it through a knot. He then passed it under her breasts from the right, returning to the wrist on the left. He repeated this four times, then slowly tightened the rope, causing Helen's firm, luscious breasts to become increasingly prominent, squeezed by the four ropes above and below. Finally, he tied a secure knot at her wrists. At the same time, the boss's speed in wrapping the ropes increased noticeably. These upper and lower ropes now held Helen's arms even more firmly against her body, making escape even more difficult. "Such beautiful, comfortable breasts," the boss leered, caressing Helen's chest a few times. He mumbled softly, "Truly a masterpiece of the human form." "Ah, I'm so envious. I wish I could snatch this beauty from the boss," was the only thought in the subordinate's mind now. The boss, of course, paid them no mind and continued with his binding. After securing Helen's chest, he took another rope, wrapping it from Helen's left shoulder to her chest, passing it down through the four ropes above her breasts and tying a knot. He then continued down through the cleavage, tightening and knotting it at the four ropes below her breasts, before passing it back up through the knot above her breasts and returning to her wrist from her right shoulder. The boss tightened the rope again with force. This time, he might have exerted too much pressure, causing Helen's already compressed breasts to protrude even more sharply. Afterward, the boss brought her legs together and picked up another rope, starting to bind her ankles. He wrapped the rope around Helen's joined ankles several times, then passed it between her legs, looping it twice before tightening the binding rope at the ankles and tying a secure knot. The rope then moved upwards, wrapping around her calves, above and below her knees, and her thighs, in the same manner as her ankles, passing through the space between her legs to secure and knot. Having completed Helen's binding, the boss stood up, a look of satisfaction mixed with regret on his face. He glanced at his subordinates beside him, who only looked regretful, and firmly waved his hand. He then left the room, his subordinates following behind him with unconcealed resentment.

"My beautiful one, you're finally awake," Catherine heard the beauty say to her, a phrase Catherine herself often used with other beauties, followed by the usual lines about them now belonging to her and not to struggle. "You've fallen into my hands now, and I advise you not to struggle," Helen continued. "Of course, you can try, but I advise you not to." Catherine's head was swimming, and she was still displeased with the person stealing her lines. She also realized her predicament; she felt the coldness of the floor and realized she was prostrate on it. She moved her limbs in confusion, only to suddenly discover her body was bound. Her hands and feet were tied behind her. She was bound in a 'four-horse' position. Looking back, she saw that besides being tied, she was also restrained by a thick wooden board that held her hands, feet, and buttocks in place. She was kneeling on the floor, her rear end high in the air, her firm, perky buttocks covered only by a form-fitting, sexy pair of panties. Her tightly bound wrists and ankles were secured to the board. Catherine was very familiar with this posture, yet this was the first time she had been bound like this. She felt utterly humiliated. Her full, perky buttocks were raised high, like fresh meat on a butcher's block, ready to be carved. Catherine's shapely buttocks, encased in thin, sexy panties, were lifted high. Due to the size of the panties, the lower half of her buttocks could not be fully contained and were pressed out by the elastic edge of the underwear, creating a slight bulge where the soft, pink flesh met the fabric. This was followed by two fair thighs and slender calves. Her feet, hands, and perky buttocks were all bound on the same plane. The wooden board securing her was heavy and sturdy, tightly restraining her body within its four cavities, leaving no room for movement. The lower end of the board was propped up at an angle and nailed to the floor, forcing Catherine to support herself on her knees. Who would have thought that the Third Princess would keep such an instrument of torture in her spatial ring? Catherine's posture, with her head held high and her rear end raised, was incredibly shameful, her firm buttocks stretching into a beautiful curve. She gasped and struggled, twisting her upper body, her hair falling onto the floor, which faintly reflected the flush on Catherine's reddened cheeks. "Who are you? What do you want? Let me go, let me go!!!" Catherine exclaimed, her eyes wide, shouting behind her. "My name is Helen, and as for what I want, haha, I'm simply carrying out justice," Helen declared righteously. "You wicked woman, with all your beauty, yet you engage in the business of kidnapping and human trafficking. If I hadn't discovered and captured you, who knows how many other women you would have harmed." As she spoke, Helen's hand closed over her full buttocks. Through the thin layer of panties, Catherine's body temperature, elevated by shame and pain, transferred to Helen's palm. The two plump cheeks of her buttocks were elastic, and Helen's fingers sank into their soft flesh, unable to extricate themselves. "You... what exactly are you doing..." Catherine moaned. Helen's words were not untrue, but her actions did not seem like those of a heroic figure.

Helen and Shirley exchanged a knowing glance, continuing their binding in unspoken agreement until Celia was thoroughly secured. "Shirley, she's all tied up by me. Since she used to bully you, I'm going to pick up a mission now. While I'm gone, she's all yours." Helen said with a smile, then pushed the door open and left. "You... what do you want to do?" Celia was carried to the bed by Shirley. Watching the petite Shirley approach her with a wicked grin, Celia had a terrible premonition. "Sister Celia, here I come." Shirley's voice was no less than the devil's to Celia. "You want... Hahahaha, it's hahahahaha..." Soon, Celia suffered the expected torment: Shirley continuously tickled her sides with her fingers. Shirley then took off Celia's shoes and began to gently caress the soles of her feet with her fingers. "Sister Celia, your little feet are really beautiful." Shirley admired Celia's feet. Celia's feet were small and cute, looking sexy through her stockings, her toes restlessly curling and tightening within the fabric. "The punishment begins!" Without warning, Shirley began to tickle the soles of Celia's feet. If she hadn't been tied up, Celia would have jumped up from the intense ticklishness. "Ah hahahaha... Shirley hahahaha... You wicked girl hahahaha..." "Oh, you dare to insult me." Shirley continued to tickle her with more force. "Do you beg for mercy?" "No hahahaha, I won't surrender to you hahahaha." Even though she couldn't even form a complete sentence, Celia still refused to beg for mercy, letting Shirley's fingers slide across the soles of her feet. "Still so stubborn." Shirley stopped after a few more vigorous tickles. "You're this ticklish even through your stockings, so..." Shirley said, placing her hand at the top of Celia's thigh-high stockings and beginning to pull them down. "No..." Celia tried to plead with them, but they still managed to pull off her thigh-high stockings, revealing a pair of smooth, long legs and a pair of cute little feet. It had to be said, Celia's feet were fair, tender, smooth, and delicate. "You'd better just endure it." Shirley began to scrape the front of Celia's feet with her fingers, and Celia's playful banter immediately turned into giggles. "Hahaha, so ticklish hahaha..." "Oh my, you really are ticklish." Shirley had a sudden idea. While tickling Celia with her fingers, she gently brought her long hair forward and used the tips of her hair to tease between Celia's toes. "Wahahahaha, why are you doing this hahahaha." Celia laughed so hard she could barely breathe. "Shirley, I was wrong hahahaha..." When Shirley increased the intensity, Celia truly couldn't hold back anymore. "Say you were wrong, and you'll never dare to bully me again." Shirley pressed on. "Hahahaha, I can't take it anymore hahahaha... I was wrong, I'll never dare to bully you again." Celia's hair was a mess, and the ticklishness on her soles and between her toes, from someone who had never been tickled so forcefully, almost made her faint. "Do you still dare to call me 'Big Boobs'?" Shirley asked Celia, who was bound tightly and panting heavily. "I don't dare, I don't dare, I'm afraid of you." Celia noticed Shirley staring at her feet, blushed, and twisted her body, trying to hide her little feet behind her.

The bumpy magic train was as crowded as ever. Helen, holding onto the handrail as usual, displayed her beautiful posture to the passing passengers. It was then that a familiar aura approached, and Helen felt a cold, hard touch on her wrist. It was handcuffs, like shackles made of fine iron. "Is this your method?" Helen murmured in an almost imperceptible whisper, a hint of disappointment in her tone? "Beautiful lady, could you place your other hand here as well?" The familiar voice, filled with barely suppressed excitement and trepidation, reached Helen's ears. She didn't look at the youth behind her but naturally raised her left hand. Her two wrists, like the most perfect works of art, were brought together. Even just her hands were enough to tempt men to come closer and savor them. Suppressing the urge to launch a surprise attack at this opportunity, the youth knew that this young lady was not submissive but confidently accepted challenges. If he didn't follow the rules, he would face a terrible fate. So, he took a deep breath and, with the most proper movements, secured Helen's wrists with specially made fine iron handcuffs. Helen immediately felt a faint magical current connecting the iron cuffs, causing a slight numbness in both her hands, but it was no threat to a sixth-tier knight with battle aura and a powerful physique. "These are hidden runes I had a mage engrave. Once worn, others won't be able to see these handcuffs. You wouldn't want to be seen, would you?" Fearing Helen's misunderstanding, the pervert quickly leaned in and said, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe, causing the girl's fair cheeks to flush slightly. Helen didn't respond, her legs pressed together, still as elegant as ever. "This guy is quite thoughtful." The thought did cross her mind, but his meticulousness for the purpose of molestation was entirely unacceptable. The youth's breathing immediately grew heavy. His gaze, like that of a wolf or tiger, filled with greed and desire, swept over her perfect form. Since Helen hadn't chosen to destroy the handcuffs directly, this was his time! Imagining the powerful beauty bound by handcuffs, and he, an ordinary blacksmith, could now shamelessly toy with her body. His hand first covered her buttocks, protected by her skirt, feeling their firmness and elasticity. He became instantly excited. This was an experience completely incomparable to when she was wearing gloves. Just being able to touch her once was enough to boast about! He rubbed more and more vigorously, almost tearing through the fabric that blocked him from enjoying the adventurer girl's exquisite body, causing a friction heat to spread across Helen's buttocks. His other hand ventured even bolder, reaching down to caress her straight thighs. The smooth skin almost seemed to suck his hand onto it. Yet, this up-and-down stroking did not seem to shake the resilient young lady. Helen remained standing as straight as a poplar tree. "Miss, you are truly beautiful. If only I could know your name." The pervert brought his face close to Helen's disguised silver hair, sniffing the faint scent of her hair, as elegant as lilies. His nose pressed against her back. Even though he couldn't feel the touch of her beautiful back through her adventurer's clothes, he was extremely satisfied. He caressed both her thighs to his heart's content, making Helen feel quite uncomfortable. However, she merely rotated her wrists slightly in silence. She could clearly hear him swallow. A hint of surprise flickered in Helen's eyes. Her stance remained steady. Then, his other hand detached from her buttocks and appeared on another part of Helen's body. Helen looked down and saw the hand – on her chest. "Miss's body is amazing. Your breasts are simply the most perfect shape and size!" the pervert exclaimed with intense excitement, as if trying to win Helen's favor. Helen remained silent but felt the rough, calloused fingers sink into her breasts, then skillfully knead them. The pervert was entranced. He seemed to confirm that this young lady had yielded to his play. Her breasts were so soft and elastic. He caressed her swan-like, snow-white neck, which was smooth and not slippery. He became increasingly unrestrained, his hands moving up and down as his thoughts ran wild. But just then, a *crack* sound rang out, as if pronouncing his death sentence. Throwing the broken handcuffs onto the youth's shoulder, Helen said coldly, "It's over."